My Iron Stomach

I, like most of my family, have a remarkably tolerant stomach. I have not tossed my cookies, lost my lunch, booted or ralphed (including soccer progressives) since the 4th grade; a fact of which I am very proud by the way. I can (and have) consume(d) most everything and I have taken this mentality with me during my travels before but as of yesterday evening, I wish I had not been so adventurous down here in Costa Rica.

I laughed when I heard my brother´s dreadful stories of gastro-intenstinal malfunctions while travelling around Europe and China but I was always somewhat skeptical those things would happen to me. So, upon arriving I proceeded to ignore all the precautionary measures that a gringo should abide and ate food from vendors and drank tap water. I figured the true test of my iron stomach would be take it on a microbial roller coaster right away.

I was doing well for about five days when yesterday afternoon the rumblings started. Fortunately, I did bring along some Immodium because it certainly helped calm the beast. Though last night was less than pleasant, I must say that I have felt a lot worse. I am not yet back to 100% but I have come through the worst of it. I am confident my stomach will adjust and I will be able to continue my culinary odyssey in Latin America.