Some call it traveler's sickness, some call it food poisoning, some call it.... well, I'll save the graphic descriptions for later. Needless to say, I did not feel good. I called the tour company to see if we could reschedule or get a refund, but they were very firm. If we weren't at the Colosseum in time for our tour, there was nothing they could do for us. So, like a champ, I pushed through. I forced myself to take a shower and do my hair and get dressed. I was moving a bit slower than normal and we didn't have time to walk, so we hailed a cab to get us to the Arch of Constantine where we would meet our tour group. Worst 10 minutes ever.
We found our group, I found a bench. I sat a bit away from the group and tried to listen to the guide talk about the history and architecture of this amazing structure. Our guide handed out our passes and we made it through security and the express line to get in. And then something happened inside the Colosseum, quite possibly for the first time since the Gladiators bravely marched through those corridors. Right next to one of the giant columns of the Roman Colosseum, I puked. Everywhere.
That's right. Add me to the history books. I made my mark.
I was thoroughly embarrassed and equally guilty that my husband had to leave the tour he was probably the most excited for out of our entire trip, but our guide was much more sympathetic and gave us passes to return the next day, if I was feeling better.
Yes, Day 14 was a bust. We went back to our Airbnb and spent the rest of the day in bed.
Stay tuned for Day 15, it's much better, I promise!
