How to eat adventurously abroad …and when to play it safe

June 20, 1993, was the last time I barfed. I remember the exact date because it was not your run-of-the-mill barfing. I’d arrived in Essaouira, Morocco, a few days earlier and I don’t know if I ate something bad or if my system just freaked out due to the unfamiliar bacteria. In any case, I … [ Read more]