Richard got sick. It's all of our faults, as we egged him on the eat a barnacle. It was a nasty looking little booger, but he was a trooper and ate it, and then he started to, well, let's just way he was NOT WELL. He had 103 temperature and couldn't keep anything down. The doctor at the spa had to come see him 5 times and finally just gave him 2 bags worth of IV fluids and medicine. We decided to stay another day but- DENIED! The stupid hotel was full (which was ever so different because there were not 30 people there the entire time up until this moment). They had some special group coming in. FINALLY, after pleading and begging, the management found a suite for us (1 bedroom and a fold out couch, which doesn't' exactly scream SUITE to me, but it did have a door in between the two rooms). One drawback- ONE BATHROOM! At this point one would think that Murphy's law would be applicable, and things did start to get worse. Guess that barnacle didn't make Richard sick after all because then- Tina got sick. In the middle of the night I heard Tina and the toilet becoming acquainted in not a good way, so there were two down for the count. No sleep for Tina that night, but at least Richard was somewhat better. The next day we had to go, and we GENTLY all piled in the car and made our way back down the mountain and home. It was a very long trip back, but Tina's illness wasn't as severe as Richard's, and we managed to complete the drive without an "accident", if you get my drift....
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