The hangover is one downside to travel.
Besides the bathrooms on trains.
Coming home is my least favorite part about any vacation. The harsh reality of a travel hangover: waking up without a mountain view, fighting jet lag, and realizing you can no longer subside on bread, cheese, chocolate, and wine.
Or can I…?
With a sad heart I left Lucie in Zurich on Saturday morning. I had one last espresso (with the little chocolates they always serve them with) and bought a pretzel for the plane ride. I became addicted to “bretzels” on this trip.