This is the story of my biggest regret of 2019 and why I hate Starbucks.
To set the scene, on Friday 8th of March we were in Barcelona, having the time of our lives. I made the stupid mistake of getting a frappuccino from Starbucks and within a few short hours, I suffered the longest 24 hours of my life.
We had to wake up at 5AM on 09/03/2019 to check out of our airbnb and make it for our 8AM flight to Naples, Italy. We had planned to arrive in Naples, get the best pizza of Italy, drop our luggage in holding, train it to Pompeii and explore for a few hours, and then travel to Rome in the evening.
It was supposed to be a bucket-list moment.
Instead, I had the runs prior to getting into our cab for the airport. On our flight, I vomited up 5 bags of clear emesis. I was seated by myself and you could see everyone slowly moving away, as if I was contagious, and handing me their vomit bags. The turbulence made me yak, and then I dranked water to feel better, and the cycle repeated. It was only a 1.5 hour flight but dear golly, longest. flight. ever.
When we got to Naples, I could barely move from the bench, I told Mick to go on without me and get "the best pizza in Italy" while I hugged our luggage 😂.
At 11AM, instead of being on the way to Pompeii, we made the decision to cancel our tickets, book ItaliaRail tickets ($150 ea) to Rome and check in early to our hotel.
It was the longest commute of my life. It felt like a ball of molten lava had dug into my abdomen and was squeezing the life out of me. When we checked in to our hotel in Rome at 2PM, I had never been more grateful in my life for a shower and bed.
Moral of the story: don't trust the milk