It’s cold. It’s raining. And my tummy has hurt for two days.
But I don’t want to go home.
I want to feel better.
Yesterday, with stomach pain and problems, I spent the day
walking around San Cristobal de las Casas, with rests in between. I’d go back
to my quiet room and take a nap, or read, or just chill out.
Today, my stomach is better at times, worse at other times.
But it’s POURING. As much as I had hoped that rainbow earlier this morning
meant something, no, it didn’t. It’s pouring.
I took it easy – walked to the coffee museum, got lunch
(UGH, so not ready for food), got lost, mailed a letter at the post office
(wheeehee), got lost, and most importantly, went to a pharmacist and got Cipro.
I haven’t been in pain/sick for 30 minutes, but it comes and goes and waves so
I can’t yet be sure.
But it’s pouring outside. My shoes are soaked, my feet are
frozen. And I guess I need to rest and relax anyway. So I’m staying in bed,
writing, reading. Might watch a movie with some of the other gals from the
hostel.
I am on vacation. This is fun…well, vacation is fun but this
is part of what comes along with it, I suppose.
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