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Food Poisoning, Playing Live Music, and an Important Lesson in Relativity
A Story from One Saturday Afternoon On the Coast of Oaxaca
This past Saturday I was working under the afternoon sun in my favorite place, El Puerecito, 30 minutes east on the coastal highway from my home in Puerto Escondido. For some reason, something felt a little off. Not wrong, just incomplete.
I was sweaty and dirty but still slightly restless. I played with tools, put a few new plants in the ground, and cleaned the whole property. I was busy, sweaty, and pouring love into something I’m proud of. Feeling restless didn’t really make sense, but the feeling was like a small kid tugging at my shirt.
I took the feeling to one of my favorite restaurants on the drive back to Puerto. They said, “tenemos burgers, hoy!” I love a good suggestion, so said, “Okay, una hamburguesa! Gracias!”
On the drive home, I started feeling off in an entirely new way. My tummy was rumbling. When I got home I felt entirely drained of energy, so I napped for 30 minutes. I could only nap for half an hour because I was scheduled to play music at one of my favorite bars in Puerto Escondido—Gallo.
I packed my gear, scootered over to Gallo, and set up my mic and guitar to sing some fun covers for the drinking…
