I’ve been hoping to write more about our trip — for example, about when we were wandering around the back alleys of Tangier at night and I saw the sketchy guy in front of me whip out a butterfly knife and then I thought I was going to die — but I just haven’t felt much like writing. And that’s because I’ve been quite ill.
I started feeling sick one morning in Granada when I lacked any appetite. By the evening, feeling strangely full had progressed to feeling serious stomach pains. Comparatively violent symptoms ensued.
I’ve had food poisoning a few times before, and that’s what it seemed like. Based on when I started experiencing the symptoms, I think I probably got it from a restaurant in Granada.
But I’ve also never had food poisoning for four days, which in a few hours will be how long I’ve been sick. So maybe it’s something else. Perhaps something exotic blown up to Spain by these insane Saharan winds that have kept temperatures near or above 100 degrees for days.
Either way, I’ll try to write more when I finally feel better.