Only in Mexico

Poop is usually such a touchy subject. Especially when you’re traveling. People get all constipated with anxiety and then there’s usually the shared-bathroom problem. Everyone takes more “showers”, just to have an excuse to let the water run, allowing your body the freedom to fart in peace without fear of discovery. But Mexico is the Holy Shit Land– the place where everyone gets diarrhea; a place where the poop situation is so common, so mundane, it’s no longer an issue.

You try your best to avoid it– you wash your hands more, drink only bottled water, and steer clear of questionable meats. But if you’re there long enough, you are going to get what I kindly refer to as “Mexico Belly” IE the shits.

At least we can all just give up the pretense of being ladies and gentlemen and admit it happens to us all. Instead of intensely feeling the need to “shower”, while crossing your legs and bouncing outside of restrooms, in Mexico you can just state you’re taking a poop and no one bats an eye.

It’s a poop-topia. A real center for shit storms. Home of the loose-stool and stomachs cramps.

It is a nervous pooper’s dream. And I embrace it.