Many years ago, before kids, we used to go to Mexico. My DH always managed to bring home some kind of intestinal memento from there, of course he was the intelligent one eating ceviche on the beach, not me. He worries about visiting beach shacks in Cozumel. But, lemme tell ya, it is nearly as unpleasant to be around someone with Ghiarrdia as it is to have it. So did you eat and drink in Cozumel, and did you end up riding the porcelain pony?
Carla
Carla

