If you have Irritable Bowel Syndrome (IBS), then you know how daunting the thought of traveling by car, airplane, or train can be. I’ve traveled regularly most of my life, starting with my first airplane trip in a six-seater, one-propeller airplane flown by my father. When I lived for four months in Italy during college I never thought twice about jumping on a train for a one- or even twelve-hour journey. Nor did I think much of making a cross-country road trip. That is, until chronic diarrhea entered my life in 1997 on a trip to the Caribbean. After many months of illness and even more months worth of doctor visits and tests, I was diagnosed not only with IBS but also with Inflammatory Bowel Disease (IBD).