Faith and Food

After two days of being here and feeling fine I thought I was in the clear. Without getting into graphic details I'll just say by day three I was sick to my stomach. Most of the day was spent in bed trying to rest up. The following morning I was so afraid to eat anything that I had a small bowl of fruit and hoped it would last me the whole day. Later in the night I was drained, pale, and shaky from lack of food. With the help of some friends I was able to get to a small little store where I  bought a protein bar and a smoothie and scarfed them both down. Ten minutes later I was knocked out, face down in my bed. After twelve hours of sleep I woke up refreshed and jumped on a bus to a big market town named Pisac. There were sketchy little food booths set up all in a row serving up food that had been sitting out for hours. The friends I was with didn't want to step out of their comfort zone so they went to restaurant where they over payed for really crappy food. But after a day of my body shutting down I was over not eating what I wanted to. I sat at one of the booths, confident that God would protect me, and ordered a plate of shady old food. The result was the best bowl of soup I have ever had. I didn't get sick, the food didn't suck, and God had my back.  

The Best Bowl of Soup I've Ever Had