On our third day in San Francisco it turns out we have picked up something on our flight. The previous days we felt a bit off, but kind of ascribed that to jet lag. Last night we all got a sore throat and Freya and Nicole developed a fever too.
We make it outside to a pancake place for some breakfast, but we don't last long and return to our beds in the hotel. Joes seems to be least affected and he is sent out in the evening to organise some food. He returns with nice, comfy quesadilla's. Soon after, only snoring, coughing and sniffing can be heard.
