Sunday, August 9, 2009

isn't it ironic?

So Thursday I bought my ticket home, and as my last post says, I felt like I was gonna barf. And it was true I felt quite woozy and emotional over the very tangible proof that my life in Morocco would so soon end. However, I didnt really think I was gonna puke. But that evening I got a little carnival food happy at the Boulemane Amazigh Festival, and yesterday, Saturday, I woke up not feeling so hot. By afternoon I was puking my brains out and more fun stuff. I was pretty sick the rest of the day and evening, but this morning-my birthday!-i woke up just fine and dandy. I think I'll stick to bananas and water for a couple days though. Anyhow, thats it for now. Love and miss you all!


debfox said...

Ahhhh...I was going to say "The joy of living in another country". However, we get food poisoning here all the time as well. Case in point--Michelle ate some pizza that had been left out and found herself having to pull over to the side of the road on the exit at Seward and barf out the car door....why does it always seem so much more dangerous and gross when it happens in the third world? It doesn't make any sense.

Colin said...

if by bananas you actually meant the best lasagna of all time, then yes you did stick to that!