There are plenty of theories about why I'm sick. My mom, the nurse, is sure I have reverse Bonaparte's revenge or delayed jet lag. I think it was the Subway veggie sub I ate yesterday. Judging by the Always wrappers in the trash this week, it sure as hell isn't a bun in my oven.
Another theory is that the stomach bug is a gift from Mother Nature, who while in France helped me not gain any weight (I was actually down a pound when we came home), that saw the weight loss progress I was making before I went to France and would like for me to keep my calorie intake down so I can keep it going.
But I digress.
Being sick has given me time to upload all of the pictures from vacation. Seeing the pictures after the fact makes me miss Nice again. It was wonderfully warm, incredibly relaxing and for the first time in my 5-year relationship with my husband, we didn't have a huge fight while travelling.
Now that we're back home I miss the fresh Brie and baguettes I bought at the market every day. I miss the fact that in order to do anything, I had to walk at least a few miles every day. I got to a point a day or two in that my legs would ache if I was sitting instead of walking. I miss the laize-faire French way of life and I really miss the warm, Mediterranean sun on my pale white face.
But thankfully, we're back home in our warm house where we understand each and every word that comes out of our mouth. We don't have to struggle to conjugate a verb or stand out like tourists.
I do plan to write more about the trip, but for now, Mother Nature is calling again and I must heed her call.
Until I can recount all of the adventures and misadventures of the trip, you'll have to settle for a photo album :-)