Oh, I left out the gory details about my poor girl puking her guts out for hours while I sat in a dark room with absolutely nothing I could to to help her. And her feeling so bad about ruining our vacation, that she kept telling me to go out to the pool or the ocean and enjoy myself while we waited for word on a flight home. Of course, I told her I was not going out to to pool or the ocean while she was in there sick as a dog.
And of course, we couldn't get a straight flight home, so what should have been a two hour flight took most of a day to get home. I think she kept the air sickness bag for a souvenir.