On the food front, I might never eat again...Had an "Indian take away" last night in Manchester at Liz and David's. It made a violent reappearance this morning in the west wing of the apartment - thankfully in the toilet - and then again on their driveway before we headed off to the airport for our 7 hour trip home with a layover in JFK for 4 hours before the Florida leg (pending). Yeah - I'm not comfortable today. Neither are my guts.
What is it about returning from Europe that makes one want to yak?