On Saturday, my last day in Mexico, I was struck down by an illness. I was so sick, I hardly slept at all Friday night, I kept waking up feeling ill then I tossed and turned. I had the chills and it was not a good morning.
I don’t know what it is about me, but I got up, ate breakfast, and went down to the restaurant because I was going to go out to do my work. I was not going to let the team down, and I was needed out to do some audits and that’s what I was going to do. The people I had travelled with took one look at me and banished me back to my room, where I prayed to the Mexican Toilet Gods. They answered my prayer and made me feel better. But I did lay in bed that whole day, and slept off and on, because I was leaving on Sunday to go home. I ate a bowl of chicken broth soup that was all, and I love food, so this was not a good day.
|good morning volcano|
I woke up after sleeping for probably 14 to 16 hours on Sunday and I was ready to go home, I was ready to eat food, American or Canadian!! My boss asked if I was feeling ok and kindly offered to get me a hotel in Mexico City if I didn’t feel up to travelling, but nothing was going to keep me from getting home, I needed to get home and to eat food I could depend on not to make me sick. And I did eat when I got to Dallas, they have this wonderful Barbeque place in the Dallas Fort Worth International Airport and after a day of not eating it was the best thing I had tasted.
I loved my experience in Mexico but I love home!! I was so glad to be home with my boys, that is sometimes the best thing about a holiday, it’s coming home!!!