I had not been feeling so well the night before we docked in Spain. I woke up in the night several times with a splitting headache and a sore throat. I felt feverish. Though I hated to do it, I decided to forego the excursion we had scheduled. My husband went on without me, though.
I slept until about two in the afternoon. I woke up a few times, once in some fever induced delirium where I thought I heard a “man overboard” alert being called. I was too ill to get up to investigate, but I really should have. Although we were in port, it would have been quite enjoyable to see who was stupid enough to fall overboard, not to mention the ship’s procedures to rescue said person. But, it may have not happened, and I may have dreamed it.
My husband came back from the excursion to report that I had totally missed out. Mallorca was totally awesome and quite enjoyable. Although I would have been lousy company, I should have gone along. He brought back some crazy cheap and delicious wine too. Apparently, the euro goes a lot further in Spain.
Still, he did have a good time without me, and is convinced that we’ll have to go back so I can see it. His pictures looked awesome, and I’m sad that I didn’t get to enjoy it. I always seem to get sick on vacation, which I really hate. But I did get a chance to rebound in time for our trip’s last day in Valencia the next day.