The results of some bad something…

I think at some point in traveling through strange and unknown places there is a hidden rule that you must get sick because of something you ate or drink or whatever. That is the way I have been feeling for the last couple of days with instantaneous and sporadic phases of using the restroom more than I thought was humanly possible. Even though my stomach has been hurting for many days, I have heard stories of people with worse conditions. One volunteer’s husband had to have emergency surgery on his intestines. I am not sure why, but he is fine now. Apparently, the doctors in Cusco are pretty good. I know several people have spent twelve or even perhaps twenty-four hours vomiting. I guess the truth is that you do have to watch what you eat in a third world country or any place that perhaps looks questionable, which could of course be any restaurant in the world, including the U. S. When I am well again and eating delicious food of all sorts cooked with clean water, I know that I will not take that liberty and freedom for granted again.