I’ve always been a great traveler, but the flight here had me breathing into a vomit bag for most of the journey. As soon as we took off, my stomach lurched up into my throat and stayed there the entire flight. Lily and Simon were fussing over me, rubbing my back; telling me to put my head between my legs, giving me sips of cold water, but nothing seemed to help. I have never been happier to be back on terra firma. I still feel like I’m going to barf, but a sleep at the hotel and a proper meal and I’ll be ready to get my maid of honor freak on! I spend the drive to the hotel with my head in Simon’s lap, and not in a good way. The streets are cobbled and bumpy, and not at all helpful to my fight to keep down the breakfast I ate fifteen hours ago. When we finally stop, and I thank Jupiter that I made it here in one piece, Simon lifts me from the car, carrying me into the hotel lobby. I tell him to put me down so he can check us in, but he ignores me, cradling me in his arms while he organizes a key to our suite.
