Montezuma in Margaritaville…

One of my main goals while traveling in Mexico was to avoid the dreaded gastrointestinal malady commonly know as Montezuma’s revenge.  I was diligent about only drinking bottled drinks, asking if the ice cubes were made from purified water, inquiring about how the raw vegetables were cleaned, etc.  I was determined to spend my seven days in paradise happily frolicking in the turquoise waters and baking my bones in the equatorial sun…not doubled over in pain or running frantically to the nearest “facility” as so many careless tourists find themselves.

Being careful paid off.  We spent our days, as planned, enjoying all the tropical environs provided us.  We visited the Mayan ruins in Tulum, drove through the biosphere natural preserve, learned how to kite surf and mingled with the locals in town.  It was a  relaxing, wonderful vacation…until Jimmy Buffett became part of our adventure.

Jimmy Buffett???  Well, not the man himself but one of his Margaritaville restaurants in the Cancun airport to be precise.  We had an hour to kill and were hungry…so we sat in for a sandwich and a Coke at the chain restaurant…something I very hesitantly do…and for very good reason.  Montezuma is alive and well and he is living in the ice cubes at Margaritaville.  All of the small places we ate at in Tulum used bags of ice made from purified water…Margaritaville must have had an ice machine hooked up to the municipal water source because I have been in agony for the 3 days since being home.

Thankfully, I was sick at home rather than while on vacation but I have learned my lesson about letting my guard down while in Mexico…even for one meal.  More about Mexico in a few days…as soon as I start to feel normal again.

Thanks, Jimmy…I never liked your music either.