Blood, sweat, and tears...
...are what have brought me home. Literally. I have taken ill the last few days of my trip and especially since returning. A trip to the doctor, 4 units of IV fluids, antibiotics, serious doses of fever-reducing Tylenol, and some TLC have returned me to the upright position--only for minutes at a time, though. As such, I never got a chance to write about San Telmo, or Teatro Colon, or reflections on my journey, or any of that. Oh well. For now I'm going to focus solely on getting better. Kind of an anticlimatic last entry to an otherwise wonderful trip. Thanks for reading along, and I look forward to seeing many of you in person again soon. Ciao.
posted by Meera @ 4:37 PM
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