I learned in Puerto Escondido that the best way to manage my case of Moctezuma’s Revenge was to eschew food altogether. I guess you could say I did a modified Master Cleanse.
I reclined on my chaise longue for two days drinking limonada (sparkling water with lime juice) under a nice umbrella on the beach in front of the big waves speckled with surfers.
Ricardo kept me in stitches with his perpetual mispronunciation of Twiggy's name. He just can't say Twiggy. He kept calling him Twinkie (even to his face) and Quickie (even funnier).
Even being sick in Puerto Escondido is pretty damn awesome.
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