You know that How I Met Your Mother episode, where the Lily got "food poisoning" from a bad bowl of soup, and Marshall is just awaiting his inevitable fate?

That's how I feel right now.

Or correction, that's how I felt yesterday.

My current unfortunate state of being started with a bowl of ceviche in Salinas, the beach resort of Ecuador. I've been craving ceviche for so long now, since it was one food I haven't tried in Ecuador yet. So we finally found a place by the beach, looked decent, I mean it was called Cevichelandia so how can you go wrong. Apparently you can because fast forward 24 hours and Carlos was sick, and in 48 hours I was puking my brains out.

I had a good 3 week run though at least.

It was still worth it.