After all that preperation, I get eaten by mosquitos every night, inspite of my fancy repelent; a met a monkey owned by a bruja (witch) that handed me my fortune, after it urinated on the table; I've hiked to elevations over 10,000 feet, and swam in dirty rivers and beautiful waterfalls; I can't count the number of little ants I've found in my raspadilla (Peruvian snow cones); I've eaten cuchangas, anticuchos, churros, jugo and cebiche from street vendors; last night a cockroach ran up my arm as I picked up my toothbrush; and, as far as I know, I haven't been sick yet.
That being said, I've personally heard every member of this family vomit: first Oscitar, then Oscar, next came Alonso and Darrin, and finally, last night, Marisela. I consider myself fortunate.
If you'd been here last week you could have heard Natalee vomit, followed by Nathan almost vomiting...but maybe you read about that on my blog.
ReplyDeleteI think I'd probably play with a monkey, regardless of anything a stupid travel nurse told me. What do they know?