We had a great time on our guided tour of Ireland last fall – but for about a day and a half, I decidedly was NOT having a great time. In fact, I was having a miserable time.
Yup, I got sick. The lovely 24-hour version that makes the sight of any kind of food (to say nothing about the idea of spending a couple of hours on a bus with a bunch of other people) sound miserable. The kind of sick where you just want to crawl in a hole curled up in the fetal position and not move for 24 hours.
Except I couldn’t do that. We were in Ireland, at Blarney Castle. And there I was, sick. Read more
