I just got home from a dream vacation in Europe! Three weeks, three cities, infinite picnics and postcards, and one very handsome German. We spent the first week in France, which was pretty tough for this dairy-free girl. I am a foodie at heart, and I get so much pleasure from eating local specialties. After a few days of watching my friend swoon over croissants and fancy cheeses, I broke down. Epoisses, Beaufort, Gruyere and Elemental, I sampled them all. All the yummy pastries, too, and the cream sauces. I probably had more dairy in five days than I have had in the last five years.
On the plane from Paris to Prague, I paid for it. At first, I just felt tired, like really tired, like can’t-keep-my-eyes-open-even-though-we-are-flying-over-the-Czech-countryside tired. By the time we got out of the airport, I was nauseous and light-headed, and by the time we got to our apartment I had a raging fever and lymph nodes the size of quail eggs.
(Normally, at this point, I would be pumping myself full of immune tincture, popping turmeric like m&m’s, and slurping down apple cider vinegar, garlic and honey. But I didn’t bring any of those things to Europe. Ah!)
"Okay, Lil," I thought, "This is a test. You’re always talking about the power of positive thought, but are you ready to put your theories to the test?" I decided to heal myself with the only two tools I had: my mind and body.
More on this tomorrow, kids, stay tuned.