Sick
Well, Aaron was right. Actually, I never doubted him…I got sick. He said that after 5 days in Peru most people get sick from the new food in their system. And man, did I get it bad. Let´s just say that crackers, water, gatorade, bread, and bland noodle soup were my best friends for nearly 7 days. Couldn´t wander too far from home, so I made a website with the help of Andrew in DC from my sick bed. (Hope you like it.)
This illness really tested my desire to be here. I thought, this suck so bad…oh if only I could be back at my office desk–obviously, I was delirious from the malnurishment. At times, I wanted my mommy. And the few times I did venture out, I wanted to start working in the toilet and bathroom improvement industry. But in the end (no pun intended) it worked itself out. I am still dying for ceviche, which I haven´t had again yet, since my first day, and I´ll probably wait a little while longer before eating more.
So, mighty travelers or potential ones, get used to fun stuff like massive stomach cramps and sprints to ¨los servicios¨ (more polite than asknig for ¨el baño¨ in a public place). It´s all part of the fun of exploring.
