Last days are always hard; soaking in the final bits of your destination before you head back home to reality. We took in as much of the island as possible. One really cool part of this last day was sitting on a second story balcony of a little Mexican cantina watching the super bowl in Spanish on the TV while watching carnaval parades on the streets below during commercials. Well this was cool until the following morning. I knew not to drink the water in Mexico. It’s a well known fact that the water is not at all drinkable. This was ingrained in my brain. Little did I know that the ice in my drink at dinner while watching the super bowl (and carnaval) was not filtered. I woke up the next morning stupid early to the sound of an alarm feeling all kinds of horrible. I didn’t realize right away what was wrong with me. I literally vomited my way back to the U.S. I threw up in the airports multiple times and had to repeatedly jump out of the customs line to run to the bathroom to vomit. When in the United States customs line, you see signs everywhere stating all these different symptoms and their related diseases. I made sure to force my happy face when getting to the front of the VERY long customs line in the U.S. I did not what them to suspect anything strange. I just desperately needed to get home to my bed. Needless to say, it was the worst travel experience I’d ever had. After thinking it through and talking to a few people who had traveled to Mexico, we narrowed it down to that one glass of ice.
Isla Mujeres was quaint, authentic and breathtakingly beautiful. I would go again in a heartbeat but will NEVER have ice in my drink again! Adios!