Why does this always happen

So this is officially the second major vacation I have taken with M where I end up sick. M has been sick since Paris, but it finally hit me this morning. I got some experience with the Pharmacy system out here. 18 euros later, we were stocked up on enough cold medicine that I am not sure we can bring back to the states. Le sigh...

We have a lot of photos from the Colosseum trip today. That place is a total tourist trap. We couldn't walk for 2 minutes without being asked if we wanted to join up with a tour. A tour would have been fine if we didn't study this structure like crazy in school and it was more than some neatly stacked rocks. But no... no tours for us. Especially in our states. (I really don't mean that the structure is just a bunch of rocks... but with my attitude right now - they are rocks.)

More photos to come. We are on a plane home tomorrow. I think we are both a bit homesick (literally). So while we enjoyed our trip, we are going to be so excited to go home and heal. Hopefully the conjestion stays away long enough so my ears make it through the flight.

Until later...