For the last dinner of the conference, we had a mariachi band. They were a group of five men who put me very much in mind of Steve Martin in The Three Amigos, and they played songs like La Bamba, there were two violinists, one man with a massive guitar and another with a guitar as small as a ukelele, and of course, a man with a very loud trumpet. This last man could breathe in and out at the same time, or so it seemed to us, and we cheered and stamped, the longer he maintained a note. It was all great fun. There were 560 people at the dinner and we made lots of noise. All the 'muzak' here is Mexican, believe it or not.
Since then I have spent the last two days in a semi-twilight of sleep and wake, trying not to throw up and staying very close to the loo. You don't want the details I know, but food poisoning almost takes the joy out of just about everything. I am on the mend, but a bit wobbly.I went down to dinner tonight and sadly, all I could get down was a lovely French merlot, yay!
I will be fighting fit tomorrow I am sure, ready to get back into the fray - swimming in the sea an