My last day in Acapulco–and I am spending much of it in my hotel room.
Yes, it happened to me. Late yesterday afternoon, I began to feel woozy, and my stomach was churning, and by evening I needed to be close to the toilet.
Of course, after several days of overcast skies and rain, today is gloriously sunny. The perfect day to sit by the pool–but naps in bed have felt better.
It has been wonderful to be here–to be with Emily last week, to see so many friends this week, and to be inspired by workshops and worship–but I was already feeling that I wanted to go home, even before this bout of traveler’s disorder.
Travel is delightful, but I am homebody at heart. I miss Jonathan, and Cocoa, and our yard (oh, the grass and weeds must be out of control!), and church (I hope I can hear Rev. Dr. Bill Willard–even after 14 hours of travel on Saturday). Maybe this illness is a gift–to help me slow down and begin to taste the gift of home.
Keep the Gatorade coming, and get me to the plane on time!