Saturday dawned dark and gloomy and so did I. During the night I feel prey to something I ate. I can't figure out what since, in the appropriate time frame, Neil and I ate the same things. The only difference was a cup of coffee I had at the hotel. It was a truly awful tasting coffee, but coffee and food poisoning just doesn’t seem right.
In any event it ruined our plans for our outing with our friends. I sent Neil off figuring there was no need to ruin his day and there was nothing he could do for me anyway. He, however, returned in short order having been told that since I'd not yet been taken on a tour and he had that they wanted to wait for me.
Other than going out for lunch and dinner, poor Neil got to spend the whole day trapped in the hotel room with a fairly non-communicative Nancy.
Toward mid afternoon I started to feel like I would live (actually it was a fairly mild bout) so that when Neil went downstairs for dinner I asked him to bring back some bread. Normally everything here is a la carte and thus the bread should have been an extra charge. However when his server heard it was for his sick wife upstairs in the room, it was gratis.
Even though I felt much better, I spent the rest of the day in bread determined to be rested and perky for our Sunday outing.
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