Belgium is the center of all kinds of trade

We just got back this afternoon from Belgium. Our most prominent souvenir was one I picked up on Monday, and that Chris picked up today.

_I_ thought I ate a bad waffle. Turns out it was bigger than that. The flu has been going around.

Poor Chris didn’t know he had it until we were landing in chicago. He tried to make it, but he ended up projectile vomiting in a corner of O’Hare.

The crew there was incredibly good natured about it. The guy came by and said, “Don’t worry about it; Don’t worry. It happens every day. Now today it’s over. Don’t worry about it.”

Chris felt bad that he’d messed up their hallway. But I think he felt worse that he still had to travel from Chicago to LAX.

Poor thing. He is sleeping.