[Note: This is one of those half-written blog posts that I never got around to publishing. In this case, from October 2013.] We don't talk often about things like upset stomachs, diarrhea, fever and vomiting. I sounds like the list of symptoms on a medicine box, and frankly, doesn't make for very exciting reading.

On Tuesday, after a few days in Marrakesh, I started having an upset stomach. This is not unusual for me when I eat things that I'm not use to, so I chalked it up to too many carbs and some low quality grub. However, by Wednesday morning I needed to skip breakfast because of the cramping. Simply excellent. I practice quite safe travel hygiene, especially around food, but in the end I got it just the same.

Jess followed me down the path to ruin about 36 hours later. This wasn't like Thailand when I made a bad decision about some Chinese food and that night wound up puking and laying on the bathroom floor in a fevered sweat. No, Morocco was more gentle to us, and we only had to endure stomach cramps, fatigue and constant diarrhea. It definitely could've hit us worse. In this case it slowed us down, made us a little grumpy, and took some of the charm out of our Moroccan experience.

Like crime scene investigators, Jess and I tried to figure out how we got sick and the kids didn't (thankfully). In the end, we zeroed in on the coffee that we were drinking by the carafe-full in the Riad. It wasn't espresso, but Moroccan coffee, and I'm pretty sure they used tap water.

Those bacteria are so sneaky.