And We Dance… Between Runs to the Loo!
What do you get when you combine a leftover club sandwich and two tortillas filled with queso fundito, 8 hours forgotten in a steam bath of a car, and three days? Husband with a nasty, NASTY case of the runs!!!
Now, I know many of you out there are echoing my own sentiments when you exclaim “No shit, Sherlock!” But in his defense, 1) he is a man; 2) he was hungry; and 3) ohmigod…! I honestly can’t think of a number 3, because for crying out loud, who actually eats food that was forgotten in the tropical heat of the car- here in the tropics!- for many, many hours only to then have let it sit, albeit in the cool of the fridge, for yet, another three days?!?! Who eats that?!?! Who?!?! So… there really is no defense.
Oh, yes. It was bound to happen. This is a guy, who for our past two years spent in this part of the world thought it was “no problem” to drink from the tap… anywhere. Only to end up with his crazy American ass perched on the ceramic throne for the remainder of our trip, truly recovering only once returned home.
And while this time around he’s capitulated, drinking only from the big ol’ jug sitting in the middle of our kitchen, it seems his faith in the iron of his stomach has come between us and a really enjoyable holiday once again.
Anyhow… this will be the backdrop as we head to Merida today for the weekend. We’ll get a room in a cool, old hotel down in Centro and sightsee, eat and shop down in the thick of things. For someone who hates crowds, I do love the activity of Merida on the weekends. There’s always something going on, events, festivals, just leisurely milling in the old Centro. Oh, and a big band on Sunday afternoons, where one of the surrounding streets of the square is closed for couples dancing. Husbands and wives, boyfriends and girlfriends of all ages, dancing to the oldies. These are real dances, ballroom style and the steps, by now, are instinct. It’s as though they’ve been dancing them forever. With each other. It’s really wonderful to watch.
We’ll dance along with them, too. We just don’t know any of the steps….
