Broken Camera

My camera broke. When I woke up that morning the clouds were heavy on the hills. The sun broke through the mist and illuminated the landscape - demanding a picture. So, I snapped a few shots and turned off my camera, but the lens wouldn´t shut... that remains the last time that it functioned.
Merlin the intern coordinator and I planned to go to Conoas to get a new camera the following day. Although that night I faced my first round of the infamous TD (traveler´s diarrhea), I knew that I had to pull myself together because I really wanted a camera. So, I skipped breakfast, which is equivalent to telling my homestay family that I´m not going to breathe this morning and I walked down to the coopertiva to meet Merlin. My stomache was not happy. Fortunately Merlin found a friend that would take us on the crazy windy drive to the boarder town with Panama. The car climbed up steep hills and wrapped and wrapped and wrapped around the mountain and now began the downward spiral... it occured to me - I´m going to throw up. The car stopped fast, I threw up a lot, and we proceded on our journey. Canoas was a crazy boarder town with lots of people and stores, something like Chinatown, but different. I successfully found a camera for a reasonable price and some shoes for indoor soccer and we were off. I slept the entire ride home and the rest of the day. That evening I sat with my homestay parents in the living room discussing remedies to my diarrhea - aiy. I woke up better the next day.