Ugh...learned about reading and car sickness the hard way. Never, I repeat, Never, read while on a long car trip.
When I was little every trip was hell. I had to sit with a bucket on my lap, or try to fall asleep as quickly as possible instead. It wasn't until I grew up and got glasses that I discovered my wonky eyesight had a lot to do with my carsickness. I was unable to focus on things going past and my stomach would rebel.
Hi Diane! Thank you so much for visiting my blog the other day.It's a pleasure to read/meet you! :)I'm your newest follower. (And a fellow Canadian too. In Ottawa.)
This story is among the many million reasons that I do not camp... not since I have been 15. I should write the story in my blog someday, it was too funny and explains exactly why I will never camp to this day;)
Thank you for visiting! Drop by again!