Saturday, August 11, 2012

Sunshine, cocktails, and Mexican bacteria

I think the parasites saw him coming. Poor Richard, all barfy from the mystery cultures that managed to hunt him down while in Cabo.

All in all it was a great trip. Hurricane Ernesto be damned. Cabo turned out to be a fine alternative to cancun, just not for those with delicate systems.

I've travelled internationally several times and Richard has not, therefore I'm convinced that my jaunt through the streets of India several years ago gave me a nice dose of I didn't even blink on this trip to Mexico.

We ate the same food, drank the same booze, I felt like a million bucks, and Richard threw up for 2 days. I wasn't exactly planning to spend some of this vacation playing nurse to the otherwise parasitically susceptible.

So while Richard was confined to the room watching The Vampire Diaries in Spanish and inhaling Pepto, I went down to the pool to drench my iron clad immune system in a mojito.


He got over it. And as we sit here in the airport in San Jose Del Cabo, he's decided to play russian roulette with his digestive system by coming back from the snack shop with a can of orange Fanta.

He just can help himself.

Maybe the Fanta will kill off the buggies.

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