For me, a ticket to another country is a ticket to dolor de estomago. Not just Montezuma´s revenge, but the whole spectrum of vomiting, weakness, and fever. This trip has been no exception. Still, I´ve got to say this last time around was pretty mild. It started somewhere around 2am on Sunday and I only vomited twice, expelling just about everything I´d eaten on Saturday. It was followed by a very mild fever, a couple instances of the runs, and that´s about it. I spent the entirety of Sunday in bed drinking ¨sueros orales¨ (electrolye water, blecch!). Now it´s Monday afternoon, and I´m feeling just about normal. Tada! I think I got sick because I went out for dinner on Saturday night instead of eating what they cook me at home. From now on, I´m eating
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