If you caught the sense of foreboding at the end of my day five post, it will come as no surprise to you that I woke up on day six feeling as if a train had hit me. As a person who, before this, hadn’t been truly sick since undergrad, I was not doing well. My throat was sore beyond belief, I was full of snot, and I was clearly running a fever. I sent Ryan to the corner store to get some miraculous European cough drops (ones that actual make your throat feel better instead of just being sugary candy like American ones!) and Sprite, then hoped to sleep off whatever mystery illness had befallen me while Ryan took on our itinerary solo.
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