Not my best vacation days ever.
Yesterday I woke up with an upset tummy. Took some Pepto-Bismol, but after I could eat only a few bites of Francisco's yummy homemade tamales I realized that what I really needed was to go back to bed. Which I did. And stayed there all day, sleeping off and on. I spent a little more time in the bathroom than usual, but mostly it was just a sore tummy and a total lack of energy and appetite. Apart from sleeping, I read The Windup Girl (which is going to leave me very confused about what country I've been in) and wrote a minimal amount of words just to keep up the streak. Francisco fixed me a boiled-rice concoction from his grandmother's recipe ("it's good for the body") but I couldn't drink more than half a cup of it.
I don't know what it was specifically that did me in. Kate also had some tummy troubles but wasn't laid low the way I was, which means that it was either the barbacoa at 9 Corners (which was the only thing I ate that she didn't) or else I was just more susceptible than she was. She had a fairly low-key day of touristing without me.
Somewhat better this morning; well enough to fly home, anyway. By the time we hit LAX (which is where I am right now) I was positively chipper. We have a 5-hour layover here, so we got passes to the United Club and are making use of its quiet, comfy chairs, wifi, and snacks.
I'm not going to let this put me off of Mexico completely, but it'll be good to be home.