I’m still sick, which is making the Madrid-JFK flight I’m sitting on miserable. It’s also making me wonder if I actually have food poisoning; I’ve been sick now for more than five days which is longer than any food poisoning I’ve had before.
But I should stress that though I’m sick, I’m relatively okay with that fact. Amazingly I missed very little during our travels. (I was in bed in Cordoba, but other than that I did everything I normally would have, albeit more slowly and using more taxis.)
I also think getting sick is a small price to pay for seeing the world. I’d rather get sick — and have torturous nine-hour plane rides — than spend my life doing only safe things.