Escape from BARFelona

So I am sure you all know that Brad's glass is always half full.  Always.  So when he had a night of vomiting in El Puerta, he quickly reassured me that it was from food poisoning and a totally isolated incident.  He even had two different foods he could point to as a the culprit - foods that we had not consumed.  I, on the other hand, tend to believe what is historically true.  And, historically speaking, when someone in our family starts vomiting, it is a stomach bug and others are sure to follow.

But, hey, we're on vacation so I let Brad have his "food poisoning" pipe dream. It lasted all of three days.  Elliot was the next to go down on our first night in Barcelona.  Two nights later it was my turn.  And then on our last scheduled night in Barecelona, Nadia and Lucas both went down at 2 in the morning.  At the same time.  

I haven't gone into too much detail about our various Air BnB houses - but our experiences have been good.  Our experience in our Barcelona apartment seemed to deteriorate by the day however.  No laundry facilities.  Limited towels and sheets.  A drippy air conditioner.  One crowded sofa.  Various interesting smells wafting from the street.  Everyone knows that this does not bode well for a house of sick or recovering kids.  But at 2 in the morning, Brad and I realized that we would have to stick it out at the apartment one more day because Nadia and Lucas would be in no shape to drive to our next destination the next morning.

But the worst of the night passed and in the light of day, I told Brad we had to hit the road.  Now the apartment had ants and we were down to zero towels.  We couldn't be there one more minute and if we were, Brad might start the illness cycle all over again.  Lucas seemed pretty stable.  Nadia was questionable but surely she could make the hour North to our new home on the Costa Brava.  So we picked up our rental car and navigated our way through the streets of Barcelona towards the highway.  It became pretty clear that it was the wrong move considering every turn and every shift of the gear, left Nadia groaning in agony.  We were all forbidden from speaking, since that intensified her nausea exponentially.  We counted down the minutes once we were on the highway and prayed for no wrong turns.  I squeezed her had as hard as possible, hoping to give her some other discomfort to focus on.  We made it to the exit for Tossa del Mar and had just six miles to go.  Six curvy miles, it turned out.  Curvy as in even the strongest stomach would feel queasy on those roads. She hung in there until mile five where luckily there was a turn off.  She got out just in time.

But a mile later, we checked into our next Air BnB house and it turns out it has just what the Doctor ordered.  A washing machine. Fresh towels.  Disney channel in English.  And a beach.  

We're back on vacation folks.

xo
Nancy