One- bottled water was plentiful for us Americans. Typical water-cooler type, like at your job. They were sensitive to the fact that we had problems with the water, and made sure we were careful. It was nice, but its a pain to brush your teeth with water from a glass.
Two- putting toilet paper down the toilet for some reason is not okay. Especially where Americans are, they have little signs please don't throw stuff in the toilet. But seriously??? Combine IBS plus a diet heavy in beans, eggs, and salsa, plus excitement thrown in just from eating food in a different country and not feeling so hot, and then tell me I can't flush my toilet paper?!? I guess I'll uh, just take a shower afterwards. Too much information? Well my dad brought these "Wet Wipes" that gave a new meaning to the grade school phrase "ass wipe". Sorry if you didn't really wanna read this paragraph.
Three- mosh is this stuff we got for breakfast. It was actually really good. Basically super watery oatmeal, served in a mug so you can drink it- hot, lots of milk, and I put lots of sugar. Lily knew I liked sugar- also in my tea with milk, which she thought was funny. Hence me being "el bebe".
Four- Lily ate a fresh orange with picante salsa on it. Said she'd been eating it that way since she was a kid. I tried it- not bad- but not my thing, cause it was hot. I do like that Spanish discerns between picante and caliente, which in English are both "hot", but they refer to taste vs. temperature. Good job, Spanish speakers of the world.
Lastly, I have lots of thoughts about the trip that I will sum up in the final entry before I move on to talking about present life.
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