In my previous post about our travels, I forgot to mention two big things that took place after the vomiting (which pretty much was all I could think about while the other two things were happening). They were: (a) both the King and I got terrible colds (and coughing while trying very hard not to vomit is difficult), and (b) we hit a rock on the way home from the airport and got a flat tire. In the rain. At night. No, I am not kidding. The King, an expert tire-changer, is my hero.