Question: you know what's the opposite of fun on your birthday?!

Answer: suspected food poisoning.

Wait, that sounds like someone dropped cyanide in my drink or something. Not the case. However, something that has been tossed down my throat in the last 12 hours has severely disagreed with me. And Rob's in the same boat. This boat sucks. I want to eat pasta and gelato and drink wine, but my tummy's saying nuh-uh. Dammit.

I must say, though, that my birthday was lovely until this crap kicked in. We've arrived by train in Rome, and from our room, I got to hear an accordion (?) play the typical Italian music, which was awesome. Upon checking into our hotel room, I opened the door to a beautiful room outfitted with a vase of flowers and a bottle of champagne...Rob is such a wonderful guy. (Okay, mushy stuff over). We'll be saving that bottle until tomorrow, methinks.

Oh yeah, and I didn't write this post for sympathy, really. I'm on a world tour and loving it. I'm a VERY lucky girl. Hell, I could even explain that this is the best possible time on this trip for us to be feeling like this. Really. I wrote this post so that next year, when I go, "What did I do on my 27th birthday?," I can remember it.