It's our last night in Guadalajara. Kid's sleeping, and I'm doing anything I can to avoid packing for the 7-hour bus trip back to Mexico City tomorrow. Email - how often can I check it? Minute by minute? Oh - must unpack the egregiously-priced laundry the hotel dropped off today while we were out. My nails need trimming. OH WAIT - I can take antibiotics!
In what's either lunacy or a sign that maybe I've been here enough that I've built up antibodies to Guadalajara, I had a lovely iced americano late this afternoon at a little cafe near the Basilica of Zapopan. Now - ice is one of those big no-nos if you want to avoid turista - all sorts of creepy crawlies can live in frozen water, ready to come out as it melts in your tummy.
Or my tummy, as the case may be.
Now - I'm far from manic about the "don't drink the water" stuff. I've always brushed my teeth with it, I eat some street food, and I've never been really sick from it all. I usually do ask, though, "¿Es el hielo de agua purificada?" - is the ice from purified water?
Didn't bother at the Basilica. Odds are good that the answer would be "no" - and it was so hot, and the iced americano was soooooooooooo good...
If I'm counting correctly, today's about the 20th day I've spent in Guadalajara since 8/2006, and about the 60th or so day I've spent in Mexico in that same time period. I have "water vigilance fatigue", I guess. I've had bits of ice before, and every trip I have a day or so where my stomach has to adjust again to the insults I toss its way. Today, though, may have been over the top.
Feeling brave after the ice, we took a bus home from Zapopan - one I've taken before when I've been here for work, but riding it with the kid - and then a several-block walk through crazy traffic from the bus stop to the hotel - nutty.
We're safely here, though. I have a stash of low-level antibiotics, just in case the ice bites back. Wish me luck.
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