Recovering from food poisoning. Mood: guarded

• After all we’ve been through together and in spite of all the wonderful times we’ve shared, I have finally been betrayed by cheese. I ate a heaping plate of nachos at a “nice” (read: expensive) restaurant and threw up for the next eight hours. That makes the count for food poisoning in my life four times, of which Mexico was the culprit twice. Not great odds for a place where I’ve lived less than 1/500th of my life.
• The window here between female sexual maturity and marriage/pregnancy is so small that you really have to be on top of your game. I tried to start up a conversation with a beautiful MexiGirl last night, only to see her become fat and pregnant right before my eyes. This isn’t magic realism! It really happened!!!
• 6:30 AM bodysurfing trip equals bloody feet by 10:00 AM. I didn’t even know my feet had all these muscles! It seems like their only purpose is to become sore, blistered and bloody.
• Conversation this morning between me and a surfer (in Spanish)
  Him: Hey whiteboy, you see that wave?
  Me: Yeah, crazy.
  Him: Yeah, for sure, man, cool.
  Me: Way cool, man…it, like, is really big and cool.
  Him: Yeah, man, for sure.
  Me: Yeah, crazy, man.
  Him: So, you don’t really speak Spanish, do you?
• Cocaine is US$10 a gram here, marijuana US$50 an ounce, yet ecstasy is still US$10-15 a hit…what gives? This is supposed to be the drug capital of the fucking country, c’mon, people!
• Pre-sliced, pre-packaged, pre-toasted toast does actually get stale after about a week of being left out. But, it just reverts back to normal, flimsy bread. Strange. Still no word on whether it can support mold growth or not. My hypothesis is sí.