Our trip to Germany started off well enough. Getting to the airport, the flight, picking up the luggage and finding Meike for a ride to the house, it was all flawless. The kids went to sleep without a huge fight that first night and while jet lag hit us at 2am we were able to work through it and get back to sleep.
Wednesday morning is when things started to fall apart. Alva puked, then puked again and would continue to puke through the day, night and into the following morning. Sleep was nonexistent as I was on high alert for any sign that she might puke again during the night… she did, three times.
Things started to turn around Thursday afternoon and on Friday we were able to check out the local Christmas market before heading to Martin's friend’s house for the annual mackerel smoking. As a side note, the weather was miserable (pouring rain) however Martin and friends would never think to cancel the outdoor party. We were to dress accordingly. The rain came in fits, starting and stopping throughout the evening with us running to the small shelter for cover every time it got a little too heavy for even the Germans to bear. Despite the rain I found myself enjoying the evening and cherished the few minutes Oskar and I shared on chairs just beside the party.
Unfortunately it was all short lived. Oskar started to complain of a stomach ache and once at home he vomited in our bedroom before I could get him to the bathroom.
And so began our first week in Germany with the norovirus. I will spare you all the details but let’s just say we did a lot of laundry, we will not be eating smoked fish any time soon and we were thankfully back to almost good by Christmas morning.
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