So…when I get sick on the World Race it is always memorable and I just thought I would share the story with you. We went to Mother Theresa’s house yesterday to sign up to possibly volunteer at one of their houses. As I was sitting in the meeting and all of the sudden I started to feel sick. I got up to go find the restroom. I went in there for a while and then decided to sit outside in the courtyard to get some air. All of the sudden I realized I was going to puke…I got up and tried to make it to the restroom, but it was no use…I threw up all over Mother Theresa’s house! As I was puking there was an Indian lady yelling at me the entire time. I told her to hold on and then ran into the bathroom to throw up some more. When I came back out the INdian lady was still there and still completely infuriated with me. I got some water from a bucket and tried to clean the ground up but she continued to yell and took the bucket away. So, I looked at her and told her that “Mother Theresa would have had pity on me”. After that she shut up.
I went back to the area where the meeting was being held and John asked (well…mimed to me since he has taken the vow of silence) me where the bathroom was because he wasn’t feeling well. As I showed him where it was I realized that he probably wasn’t going to make it. The Indian lady kept watching him as he looked pale wondering through the courtyard and started yelling at him…he didn’t make it and puked on the OTHER wall of Mother Theresa’s house. I kept thinking what this Indian lady was thinking having these Americans wondering through the house puking…oh well.
I thought it was a funny story and you might enjoy to hear about it.
