My own worst enemy

Ceviche.

While it may be the pride and joy of Peru, it has just become my enemy number one. Thanks to my first unwanted visit in the middle of the night by Mrs. Vomit and Mr. Diarrhea.

Now, I should have known better with me being in the mountains and seafood being from the coast ,but my friend assured me. “Oh no,” my friend said “Don’t worry. This seafood is fresh. It comes from the coast every Wednesday.” But you know what? I should have listened to my gut because that sad plate of ceviche did not look that appetizing to me. Instead what did I do? I did what every nice house guest would do and shoved that plate of ceviche down with a mouthful of chanchita.

But in my defense, I’ve had pretty good luck thus far. Having been here a little over 6 months, and having nothing what-so-ever having rocked my boat, I suppose my time finally came.

Now, I will spare you the oh-so-delightful details, but let’s just say thank god I had my “chamber pot” or things would have gotten ugly or at least uglier than they already were. My poor host mother even woke up to my retching and came down concerned. Like every good mom, she was ready to call 911 (if there was such a thing down here), but I told her not to worry…there was nothing left in my stomach anyway.

So after one full day of naps, hot chocolate, and the 2nd season of the Wire, I’m as good as new and am now the wiser. When it comes to ceviche, I’m staying as far away from that stuff as possible…at least until I go to the coast anyway.