…to the bathroom, that is. To the tune of about 40 trips since my return. Was it the questionable free snacks they brought us at Cafe de la Poste? The uncertain meat in the Royal Air Maroc in-flight meal? Who knows, but this has been pretty awful. I don’t feel particularly bad physically, but I can’t be more than an hour max away from the bathroom, seriously. And I don’t even want to tell you what happened last night while I was sleeping (and in bed). Ah, the joys of travel. My doctor prescribed Cipro for me and I already took one dose and hopefully will be more, shall we say, mobile by tomorrow.