Portuguese Dirty Bathroom Floors

As I sat in the bathroom stall with unbearable pain stabbing at my stomach, I knew that I was about to be extremely ill. We had literally just sat down at a table outside of the nice French Restaurant in Sintra, Portugal and were looking over the menu when I suddenly was overcome by “that” feeling of oncoming sickness. You all know the one – the oh-so-lovely  “number 2” kind. I bolted for the restroom, and there I sat on the toilet with my head in my hands to try and stop my head from spinning. Sweat was pouring down my face and neck making me even more uncomfortable. I had my coat on and another two layers underneath it since it had gotten chilly as the sun went down, and those layers were all just sealing in all the juices.

I badly wanted to take off my coat to help relieve me from some of the heat, but I didn’t want it to come into contact with the dirty floor in the bathroom. Granted, it was a nicer restaurant, so it was cleaner than most places but it was still a public bathroom in the middle of Portugal. I was determined to release these demons, and be on my merry way. Unfortunately for me, my body had other plans. All I’m gonna say is  it was a good thing that no one else was in the bathroom because once the floodgates opened, it was ghastly. Had it not been me, I would have been laughing, because it sounded like a professional sound board of flatulence and diarrheal explosions used in a movie. It was really bad. So bad in fact, that I  started to get really dizzy and quickly recognized that I was going to pass out. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and even though I could barely see what I was typing I managed to text my sister:

“Help”

Finally succumbing to the fact that I was indeed fainting, I figured it would be better to lay down myself than fall down. Feeling so awful to the point that I just didn’t care anymore about the aforementioned dirty floor, I plunged from the toilet head first. I did however, manage to place my hat on the floor so my face was not in direct contact. It was there, in all my post-diarrhea glory with my pants still down, that I finally blacked out.

Within moments my sister dramatically flung the door of the bathroom open, (I imagine her kicking it open with her fists in the air). She told me later she thought my text message meant I was being kidnapped, (I mean, obviously if I was being abducted I would be able to text), and she was fully prepared to fight off whoever it was. I was brought back to consciousness by her pounding on the bathroom stall door. I was able to lift my arm and unlock it, and she knelt down by me to assess the situation.

After telling her what happened she ran to fetch Jess. When the two of them returned, he knelt by my side and the first sweet thing that came out of his mouth was:

“Why are you so sweaty?!”

Had I not been incapacitated I would have busted up laughing. This whole situation was crappy – pun intended – but it was hilarious. The bathroom smelt horrendous from the ungodly things that had just come out of me. I was aware I was extremely sweaty – I had a river flowing from my neck to my backside- but I can only imagine what I looked like to everyone else. I was not only riding on the hot mess express, I was the conductor. Toot toot!

Along with Aly and Jess came a waitress, who was super freaked out and wanted to call an ambulance. I was mortified. First of all, my pants were STILL down around my ankles so, first order of business was to get those suckers back up. I was so glad they would come back up! You know after you go swimming and if your legs are a little wet it’s impossible to get clothes on? It was kind of like that. Secondly, I would be damned if I had to get in an ambulance because of a little diarrhea! What would they have done anyway, wipe my butt and give me some tums? Nope. That absolutely was not happening.

After drinking some water and sitting up for a few minutes – still on the bathroom floor mind you – I assured the waitress that I would be alright, and we headed back to our Airbnb which was thankfully about five minutes away. Once there, I stripped all my clothes off and put them in a plastic bag to be washed at our next stop, showered and went straight to bed. I was so relieved to be laying on a soft bed and not a dirty bathroom floor.

What would a European vacation be without an epic diarrhea story, right? Well, I would prefer it not to be me who was sick, but I took one for the team. My husband Jess, sister Aly, and myself traveled to Spain and Portugal for two weeks this past October. It was a dream trip that we planned for about a year, and even as we got on the plane to leave it didn’t seem real. The thing about traveling, especially with long trips like this one, is that nothing will ever quite go as planned. That’s just a given!  The mishaps and adventures along the way are what make a trip so memorable. Kind of like the hilarious example below where Jess and i could not nail this jumping photo!

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Besides this little diarrhea debacle, our trip was amazing, and I cannot wait to post more about it! I took SO many photos so get ready!

 

XoXo,

Heather

The Raw Brunette

Portland Tourists

Finally! My last post about our trip to Portland over a month ago. Life has been super crazy lately and now that the kids and I are back in Utah I haven’t seemed to have much time to write.

Our final two days were spent being tourists and we loved it!

First stop: VooDoo Doughnut! If you haven’t been you NEED to. They have so many delicious and unique doughnuts to choose from. Like sprinkles,(which Memphis chose) to the famous “cock n balls” for those who like a good laugh and have a huge appetite (it’s enormous!). The line was about a ten minute wait, but from what I hear that’s short! We enjoyed every delicious bite! Memphis like I said got sprinkles, Shay got an iconic VooDoo guy, Calvin got a VooDoo Bubble which tasted like bubblegum, and Jess got a Portland Creme. I had a great time taking nibbles off of all of them.

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The rest of the day we spent perusing the famous “Saturday Market” which is Saturday and Sunday mornings. I didn’t take any photos of the market because I was too excited looking at all the amazing booths! I did manage to get a picture of the famous “Mr. Statue”.

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On our final morning and afternoon we once again drove into the gorgeous Columbia Gorge. But this time we went along the historic scenic highway. It was much curvier but had such beautiful views! Our first stop was the Vista House. It sits atop the Gorge and has absolutely breathtaking views. The building itself is historic and had a museum in the basement but it was so unbearably hot that day and there was literally no airflow down there so we decided to skip it. Usually it’s quite windy up there so we lucked out that day!

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From there we made our way to Multnomah Falls. It’s one of the most photographed and well known waterfalls of the Columbia Gorge.  It was super crowded so we only hiked up to the first bridge instead of going all the way up.

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Our last stop was Horsetail Falls. It was much less crowded so we stayed here for a while and the kids had fun tossing rocks into the water.

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With that, we had to say goodbye to Rick and Sherri and head back to Boise. It was such a fun trip! The Pacific Northwest is absolutely gorgeous and so cannot wait to plan another trip!

XoXo,

Heather

The Raw Brunette