Over six months have passed and I think I can finally talk about my worst trip to date. I can tell you the exact moment the norovirus hit me on my last trip to Europe. I was walking into a hotel in the Frankfurt Airport, ready to go home the next day after dealing with a Croatian sailing trip from hell, and then something didn’t feel right. Within the hour, the bathroom became my best friend and I thought it was very possible Germany would be the last country I would ever see. I'll need to back up a bit. My husband and I decided to take advantage of an offer from a sailing company to write Continue Reading