The paratrooper faces the inevitable

6 de enero 2004

Anyone who considers themselves to be invincible, I challenge you to come to Guatemala and eat the street food. Or some raw salads. I don't care how strong your immune systems are unless you grew up in Bangladesh, India or even Central America itself, you will get sick. You just have to accept it. You never really know when it is going to come. It just will. I was guessing it was fruit from the day before but someone told me it could be from several weeks from before, so it was probably the street food from the plaza central on new years day. It's ok. Past history. Clean slate. So, remember how I was talking about the strobe light in my head, sortove like when you've had too much to drink and you know closing your eyes is a really bad idea. Well, that was how I felt somewhat after my last post in San Marcos. I went back to my friends house, the amazing red head in search of her arco iris, or rainbow, and ate dinner with her family and I knew I wasn't feeling too well before I was going to sleep but hell I though yoga tactics would make it pass.

Big JOKE. I ended up being sick halfway through the night and then tummy grumbling and just like drinking too much. I'll spare you the details. You may find them amusing or disgusting.... The next morning I was sick in my friend's grandmothers kitchen on the way to the bathroom. I felt so horrible and ashamed but the abuela was telling me not to have shame, o que no tenga pena...I do like that phrase. Then in the car as well. But the paratrooper, the tsiganka kept going in the car and finally felt ok and even survived the crazy bus ride up through some of the tallest mountains in Central America to arrive in Todos los Santos... koo koo she says but all in the name of adventure I suppose.