I sit on the rooftop terrace of the house breathing in the fresh air off the lake. My body is tired, but in much better condition now than before. Last night I experienced my first illness of my trip and my body acted fiercely.
I was coming back from about two and a half hours of playing a gig with some friends at a local bar in San Pedro. As I walked step by step, the steep set of stairs up to my homestay, I felt tired. I dismissed it as a long day. I went into my bedroom and I felt I had to lay down. I crawled under the covers to rest for a minute. Soon after Estebon knocked on my door announcing dinner. While I walked the two flights to the kitchen I felt more overwhelmed with fatigue. By the time I sat down I knew something was wrong. I took one bite and dismissed myself as I hurried to the toilet. The next twelve hours were not pleasant ones. I had to keep reminding myself that this was not 50°C like India. This helped. My body was telling me that this was a temporary sickness and I trusted this intuition. In the morning I was fine. My body rejected something in a serious fashion last night, maybe as a gentle reminder.