No Fun

Well, it was bound to happen sometime in the four months of travel.

                   Yup, down for the count!

                   The ports were supposed to be Malaga in Spain, and Casablanca in Morocco, and we had awesome plans for each one, but they never came to fruition ☹

                   I guess, that as a confined community, with access to the rest of the world, that we have been rather lucky in the sickness department. The only real thing that has worked its way into the passengers has been a nasty, sometimes very nasty, cough/bronchitis type ailment. It can be quite violent when it comes to coughing fits and the like, you know…. almost breaking ribs and pulling muscles type coughing. Everyone has had it one or more times each. For us, it was Paula who had it really bad the days leading up to Malaga and was not good on that day, so we decided that since the next day in Casablanca was going to be full, that we needed to just blow off going to Granada and the Alhambra and stay home. Little did we know that the next day I would end up with “Intestinal Issues” and we only got a few stops in on our private tour that Samira (Tommy and Nadia’s [from Yetters] cousin in Morocco) had set up for us, when we (I) needed to be back on the ship, a little closer to “facilities” than we could have while driving around. That put the finishing touches on that day!

                             Recovery was rather swift, by that night I felt much better and with a Sea Day in between Casablanca and the Canary Islands, we were ready to go when we reached our first port, Lanzarote.

                   I guess it was good that we both were down at relatively the same time. We felt bad about Granada, and terrible about missing Samira in Casablanca. On the bright side, that gives us an excuse to come back to this area in the future!