Feeling yucky

It was a rough twenty-four hours.

A few days ago Rosalie was feeling a little queasy and as the day progressed she got worse and entered the full upchuck mode. I, on the other hand, was feeling quite chipper…for a while.

I drove into town and got some ginger ale which seemed to help a little. Then later in the evening I started to feel bad and entered upchuck mode as well. The heat seemed to intensify as we got worse. I had a rough night and sometime in the night I woke up and found that I had a bit of a fever. The next day we were feeling a bit better but still not quite there yet. The heat didn’t help. But it rained the next morning and cooled things off so that helped.

On the third day, we still felt queasy but were getting cabin fever so decided to go to Papá Gallos for a change of pace. I was still feeling bad enough that I thought we may have to return home. Rosalie though was getting desperate for a glass of wine so I toughed it out for her sake.

The main square was busy as Dias de Los Muertos was coming to an end so we decided to stop and take a look. There were students everywhere putting up shrines. Rosalie wanted some ‘pan muerto’ a festive bread for the day of the dead. Trying to enter the bakery we found that they were blocked by boards strung across the entrance. After thinking about it for a bit, I realized that it was to keep the floodwater out. I spoke to one of the shop keepers and he said that the water even came over the top of the boards.

At Papá Gallo’s we decided to only have one glass of wine each as we were still feeling a little off. The waiters were very talkative and friendly as we were the only ones in there. Anyway, after two hours, a lot of wine and a shared fajita we were feeling a hundred percent better, so we went home and watched Netflix.