Scott manages to take a shower this morning, but then crawls back into bed…naked. He’s been naked for 24 hours. He’s too sick to be bothered with clothes. He’s not going anywhere today. Each time I leave the hotel the nice lady that cleans the rooms asks me if I would like my room cleaned. I’m not sure how to convey in Spanish:
Yes, I would love my room to be cleaned, but there’s a half-dead naked gringo in there. Don’t worry, he’s harmless, but if he makes a dash for the bathroom, get out of his way.
So instead I say no thanks, but I do ask her for more toilet paper.
As for me, I’m starving and going stir crazy. I stuck with bread, bananas and ramen soup yesterday. I have had no more incidents. I need to go out and get some real food. I met a German cyclist yesterday who recommended an Italian place a few blocks from here, Pasta di Roma. The owner is Italian, grew up in Canada, then married a Mexican woman. That’s how delicious Italian food finds its way to a little town in southern Mexico. Real Italian food……Mmmm.
Temple of Santo Domingo, day & night: