I recently did a chemistry problem that asked me to find the grams of fat in one avocado that is 405 Calories, 13 g of carbs and 5 g of protein, knowing that fat, carbs and protein emit 9, 4 and 4 calories per gram, respectively.  What I discovered in my prodigious work with the chemistry textbook are two things. The first is that chemistry really IS useful and the second is that the avocado has 37 grams of fat.  Shocking on both accounts, I know!  Well, needless to say I ate at least two avocados in guacamole form in Tulum daily, which brings me to my other Mexican confessions. 

1. After over sixteen years of not eating any red meat or pork (Oy Gevald!), sigh, I accidentally ate a pork taco.  Guess what? That’s right, it tasted like chicken.  Fooled me until I was informed of the truth. It was already too late to stick two trusty ones down the ol’ esophagus. 

2. The second, albeit less shocking and teshuvah-inducing, is another testament (ha cha cha cha!) to my apparently chemistry-inclined-and-not-much-else brain.  We stayed in a little tent made of sticks and leaves with no electricity. We had running water and a toilet, but when I went to turn the hot water on, one knob produced barely tepid water, while the other freezing cold water. I assumed the barely tepid was the hot and waited and waited and nothing. Since we hit a cold front, I couldn’t exacerbate my predicament and opted for not showering at all.  On day 5, with the help of Gustavo, I realized that the freezing cold knob was the hot water.  Oh well. The ocean was my giant bathtub (that one day that I went swimming).