Time to head for home... normally the bitter-sweet feeling of regretting the end of a vacation while longing to be at home with loved ones once again; this time a nightmare. If you haven't travelled while battling a viscous gastrointestinal illness, I suggest you skip the experience. I give full credit to the wonderful flight attendants at Air Transat, who were kind enough to rearrange our seating so I could be directly next to a bathroom and were constantly offering me cold, wet cloths for my head, gingerale, etc. They even arranged a wheelchair escort from the gate to customs for me so I wouldn't have to make the long haul on foot - angels, every single one of them. When we finally arrived home more than 12 very long hours after leaving that morning, it was so nice to be greeted by the colourful artwork of my sweet daughter Sophie (with help from Daddy, of course) on our front door. It may not have made my stomach feel any better, but it did my heart a world of good.
So nice to come home to.
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