In the hours just after dawn I was awakened by abdominal cramps and a wave of nausea. I barely managed to get to the bathroom before the nausea overwhelmed me.
The sound of my retching woke Nigel, and he found me doubled over the commode. He held my hair off my face as I continued to vomit until finally there was nothing left to come up.
“That schnitzengruben really didn’t agree with me!” I was certain it must be a touch of food poisoning and tried to make light of the situation. “I don’t understand it. I’ve never reacted to German food this violently.”
“I’m sorry, darling. This hasn’t been much of a honeymoon for you.”
“Nigel…” I pressed my palm to his cheek. I wanted to tell him that it was being there with him that made it such a pleasure, but I felt too wretched.
“I promise for ou
