I Got Zika. This Is My Story.
Thanksgiving dinner was going great: good food, excellent company. Then, I dropped the Z-bomb.
“Goodnight, Auntie Zika!” My friend Lisi chided. “I’m kidding,” she immediately qualified. I smiled wanly, taking a big inhale.
A few hours ago over Thanksgiving dinner with friends old and new, we discovered that we were all avid globetrotters; an enthusiastic cacophony of travel stories ensued.
Most of us agreed that the Mediterranean Sea was our favorite in the world.