Not Dead

Unfortunately I can no longer say I am diarrhea-free. That's ok though because it's better than being dead. Jenna and I went out to dinner with our new roommate last night and wanted to grab a beer afterwards, but the bar told us no one was serving alcohol because 20 people had died. With our shaky Spanish, we thought he meant that yesterday was the anniversary of some tragedy and that the country doesn't drink out of respect. But no. Apparently people died of methanol poisoning this weekend, and so no alcohol at all is allowed to be sold in the country until an investigation is made. Certainly better safe than sorry. We were looking forward to going out Wednesday night because apparently it´s Ladies Night in Quito - but oh well.