I knew I would fall ill at some point on my trip around the world. Somewhere on the way, there was going to be an ice cube, a mosquito bite or some questionable meat that was going to get me into trouble.
I took all the precautions. I went to the travel doctor. I got the shots (Hep A, Typhoid, Yellow Fever vaccines). I got the preventative medications to protect myself from altitude sickness, malaria and Delhi belly (or as they call it in Mexico, Moctezuma’s Revenge). I watched how and where my food was made. I avoided salad for months at a time. I thought of everything.
Except Chicken Pox.
I learned within twenty minutes of landing in Mexico City three important facts.
1) Just because Trident makes good gum in Canada does not mean Trident makes good gum in Mexico.
2) The smog clouding the horizon is so thick that you often cannot see the giant volcanoes around the city.
3) Red lights and stop signs are only a suggestion.