I was musing with my friend Bamaboy as we were discussing... um... well, it's personal, but let's say that it has to do with how bodily functions shut down after abdominal surgery. Been there... done that. Painkillers cause constipation, and when your body begins to return to function, ... let's just say that a lot of gas is involved. It ain't pretty. Might even cause the terror-finders to bring back that silly color code system again. :-)
I explained to him that after I had gone to Puerto Rico after several hurricanes, doing disaster relief work, there was not much food available on the island because the resources had been depleted. All that we could find was rice, beans, and tostones (plantains).
I tell 'ya, while millions of people enjoy that kind of food, it doesn't work for me. My body reacts to it so violently that ... well ... I developed enough "natural gas" that I could have flown home from those assignments without an airplane.
Thank goodness my next visit there next week will not be for relief work. I hope to be able to find foods that do not collide with my chronic health condition. Fish would be nice. You'd think an island surrounded by the Atlantic Ocean on one side and the Caribbean Sea on the other would have lots of fresh fish. Well, they do, but mostly for the touristas. Thank goodness I will have understanding local hosts who will help me, so when it comes time to return, I will sit in an airplane and not be self-propelled. LOL!
Life is short: love your work, your travel, and the wonders of the world.
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I know exactly what you mean. That's why "Fly me to the moon" has a new meaning after a meal gone awry.
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