This is now an old story but I wanted to share it while I had time. Again, this is not for the faint of heart. It is really easy to get sick in Peru, and when you are sick you spend much of your time sitting on the toilet. In San Pedro all of us but 3 were sick. A few had fevers and were very tired. The rest had the runs. The runs hit me the worste, I believe. I spent an entire night falling asleep then finding I had to go. I probably went 15 times that night. It was terrible, and only got worse. I didn´t work out the next day, b/c it was untelling when I would have to go again. Anyways, it was during practice. I was coaching and proceeding to show the team how to shield the ball. My stomach had been hurting but I thought just a moment more. That was when Elijah said “WHAT IS THAT”. I looked down to find a brown pool at my feet. What can you do in such situations? I felt the cold pooh on my legs and replied I am sick as a dog. It probably should have been the most embarassing moment in my entire life, but I was not embarassed. There was nothing I could do. I just walked back to the hostal, which by the way was beyond gross. I showered and washed my clothes until I was convinced all the pooh was gone. When everyone got back we joked about it, and still to this day we do. We know it was a first on this trip, and ironically, it is probably not the last. So what is the lesson: While in Peru, if you think it´s a fart it´s probably worse.