Sick in San Sebastian

Sometimes it rains, and sometimes you get the perfect storm.

Melissa had been sick with a nasty cough for most of the trip, and now Lorraine has it. Then my back went into spasm. Then we left our camera in Missy's purse when we left Venice in the early morning. I think she has had her eye on it for a few years.

So now we take the bus to the airport, fly to Barcelona, pick up the rental and arrive late afternoon at our stopover for one night. Nothing else is open so we buy two pitas at a Donair/kabob shop that is dark and empty. Lorraine has chicken and I have pork. Hours later in our room, Lorraine becomes violently ill, and is sick all night. I am fine (remember, I had the pork).

Next day, we are scheduled to head to San Sebastian, but Lorraine is still very ill. We head out anyway, Lorraine being the trouper that she is, but we don't make it without incident. We arrive in San Sebastian and Lorraine spends the rest of the day in bed. I am fine.

The next day, we set out to explore old town San Sebastian, which is in Basque country, home to some of the world's greatest chefs and everywhere the tapas bars proudly display a cornucopia of delectable snacks – of which Lorraine can have none. We return home where we both lie down, and I am NOT fine. Violently ill for the next day and a half – I guess the pork had a delayed reaction. We both spend the next day, all day and night, in bed or in the bathroom, sleeping 38 hours out of the next 48.

One of the most Beautful Beaches

The Start of Old City

Tapas Which We Could Not Eat!