The Great Andalusian Roadtrip...

...becomes the Great Andalusian Nightmare.

Hi everyone! I'm back safe and sound in the US, but I wanted to update here. After I wrote my last post, I left for Granada and saw the Alhambra, but I just wasn't feeling right. Well, by my second night in Granada I was miserable, with a fever, a horrible sore throat and cough, and so tired that I could hardly get out of bed. I ended up heading to Seville the next day as planned, but I was too miserable to leave the hotel room after I got there.

The fourth day of my roadtrip (fortunately!) took me to Cordoba, where I was staying with a friend of my host mother, whose husband is a doctor. He told me he thought I had mononucleosis. I went with his daughter (who is my age and a med student) to the emergency room the next morning, and they did a blood test there that came out positive for mono.

Well, spent another miserable night in Cordoba and a few more in Madrid before I finally headed home. I have never been as happy to see my mother as when I finally made it through Customs in Chicago. We went to the doctor the next morning, who told me I have strep throat and POSSIBLY mono...he said the test in Spain could have been a false positive. (I don't know...I'm really tired, I think I have mono. We'll see.)

In any case, the end of the trip was less than romantic...and obviously I didn't get to see Pedro before I left! (But maybe that's better...I hate goodbyes!)

Still sick as a dog and should be in bed now...but I just wanted to update the journal. Don't tune out yet, because I still plan to write a little more in the future about the Italy trip and Spain in general... why should the fun stop just because I'm home? :-)