A lot of people don’t realize Mexico is divided into states. Cozumel is in Quintana Roo.
My brother went to Mexico on a missions trip back in February. He went to Acapulco, and had a nice time during that week… despite all the stomach ailments and rashes that the team had!
I got a nasty little stomach ailment in the Philippines. I was slowly allowing myself to drink the water, and by the end, I could tell there was a problem. For a couple weeks after returning, I usually had less than a minute from my bowels giving first warning, until it was truly dangerous.
Oh my goodness. I hope everything’s okay now with your internal plumbing!
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My brother just told me that it doesn’t matter where we go for my birthday this year, as long as it’s a place where we can keg. 
(that would be HIS idea, not mine… even though he doesn’t drink, he wants everyone to think that I’m a raging alcoholic… NOT true!)
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You know, my uncle was a raging alcoholic. He came out of Vietnam with no money at all. He was drunk and homeless on the california coast
…until this one woman found him, cleaned him up, took him home and married him. She turned out to be an heiress and they now live in a mansion in the Hawaiian Islands.
My friend Adela was born in Vietnam… she says that she’s now forgotten almost all her French.
My mother was born in Montreal Canada. She’s been in Texas since 1952. She’s forgotten all her French too.
I learned a few phrases in French when I visited a friend living in Paris, many years ago. I’ve forgotten most of it, but I can still ask where the bathroom is.
I’m not sure, but I think I can ask where the bathroom is in Spanish.
El cuarto de baño dónde está
I can answer that bathroom question, as long as the answer is “around the corner.” I think. “a la vuelta.” Is that right? I tried to learn some Spanish back when I was managing safety for construction projects, and needed to know a little.
My Russian has completely disintegrated though. I doubt I could even hold a very basic conversation now. I did get a chance recently to actually use the very few words of Polish and Slovak that I know. I was so excited.
A disintegrating Russian? Did you use your 1920s style death ray on the poor person?
Sometimes I have dandruff so bad it seems like I’m disintegrating.
Ha, I know what you mean.
Me too! 
My Dad spent some time in Russia in the '70’s. He’s probably forgotten most of his Russian too.
Along with dandruff, it looks like we share family connections to countries that have been Communist. My brother, sister, and aunt (none at the same time) visited a relative in Prague when that city was the capital of Czechoslovakia. I took a college-sponsored trip to Cuba in 1978.
My brother also spent some time in Russia a few summers ago on an orchestra trip. He said the trip was all right, but things there were cheaper than they were in Amsterdam. (where they also went on the same trip)
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I heard a really hysterical story on the way home today about the man who’s trying to take a trip across England nude…
Good news: Indecent exposure charges against him have been dropped in one town.
Bad news: They were dropped because…“there wasn’t enough evidence.”
BBWWHAHAHAHA!
I walk around the house nude a lot. That’s about as far as I generally go these days. But I had quite the desire to streak when I was a child. I actually streaked in church once.
My brother and sister freaked out once when I walked around the house nude. That’s all I’m going to say on that one…
Except that once my sister was going to take a bath, but she decided to watch some TV in the nude first…
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