In order to avoid any possible unpleasantness of a legal nature, I’m going to paraphrase an exchange I saw a while ago on a travel-related blog.
Q. I’m worried about spending most of my short trip to Mexico City suffering the effects of altitude sickness. Advice please?
A. I’ve experienced symptoms I would attribute to the altitude, mainly headaches…and my husband has sometimes been short of breath. Best to be moderate in food and drink.
A couple I know, with more than 100 years of travel experience between them, recently visited Mexico City. Although obviously not in the first flush of youth, they walked briskly for several hours, spent most of the day in the Museo de Antropologia, refreshed themselves with a few excellent and very large martinis, had dinner, slept like babies, got up the next morning and did it all over again.
Were they occasionally short of breath? Yep.
Did they have a fabulous time? You bet.
But in your case, my advice is this. Do. Not. Go. You sound like one of those people who’ll spend the whole time asking for gluten-free burritos and vegan chili con carne, brushing your teeth with Sprite and worrying that the hotel maids are stealing your stuff. You’ll drive the Mexicans, not to mention the rest of us, crazy.
TRAVEL ADVISORY. Some people thrive on travel and some don’t. The latter should do everybody a favour -– themselves included – and stay home. Improve your golf swing, play bridge, work on your scrapbook, do whatever makes you happy. Travel won’t.
(Or you could try Portland. I believe you can get a very nice organic fair-trade soy café con leche.)