Poops! My bad!

Have you been wondering “Where the hell is Tori?! I want my stories!”

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I’ve been on the toilet!

I was hit with this phenomenon known as “Traveler’s Tummy”.  What a delicately sweet term for such a debilitating, excruciating, truly disgusting complication. There were cramps, air stuck all up in my intestines, and a seemingly endless supply of poo, like a faucet. TMI? It was TMP (did you figure that out. Ha!).

The day after arriving in Madrid, the symptoms began. After spending what seemed like days in the WC (that’s the restroom for you Americans), I made a bee line for the Pharmacia. Unfortunately, since I didn’t know the words “gas and diarrhea” in Spanish, I had to type them into my Microsoft translator app. I had no words, I simply held up my phone for the pharmacist to read. She let out a little “eek” and gave me an endearing face full of pity. So sweet (and not professional at all)!

I walked back to my hostel with medicine in hand. For a little relief, I tried “breaking wind” as I walked, however, The Gays were everywhere, as Madrid was hosting World Pride. That little detail is just to set the scene because I still tried to get it out. Ha!  I took the medicine and ate some ginger root, but I was down for the count. I didn’t leave the hostel that night for fear of ruining my shoes (they were a gift). It took almost a week to get back to normal, thanks to five homeopathic pellets of Arsenicum Album, this which every world traveler should add to their repertoire.

So there it is folks, the reason…I’m lying, this is completely an excuse because I wouldn’t let a little lot of poo get in my way! I have been having fun all over the place, and if you followed me on Snapchat or Instagram, you would know that.

Even so, I promise to stay more up to date on my post. I’ve had so many amazing experiences and had lots of time to be very introspective, so there’s plenty to come. Stay tuned!