Hector called Della and me up front during service to explain to the
congregation that I was not going to be leading the teens and small group
studies for the next several months to focus on Spanish. The church commended
us for “making it” over the past five months and said that they all understood.
Then Hector interpreted for me to say a few words. When church let out we went
out for lunch, the last meal that we should have to eat out for a while. Della
got soup at the Coffee House and then I walked down to the town center to get
some street food. I ordered camarón (shrimp) but I wanted chicharrón (pork).
The words sounded similar so I mixed them up. When I got my food I realized my
mistake but I made the bad decision to eat it anyway. At 3:00 we went to a
remembrance gathering for Maria and I felt rather queasy. By the time it was
over I was nauseous. We went to the gas station and I spent some time in the
grass out back. Della drove to the resort while I tried to hold it all in. When
we got there I tried to sit with Della while she ate but I had to go back to
the hotel room and I did not come out again for the rest of the night.
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