When we left Mexico City, Gregor had a slightly sore throat. We thought it was just the pollution, but when we got to Oaxaca state it had turned into a full-blown flu. I asked Gregor if he wanted to recover in a hotel, but his answer was “no”.
“The van is our home now.” Gregor said. “We can’t just run to a hotel every time we feel uncomfortable.”
After that weekend, I caught Gregor’s flu. We were both so sick, but neither of us had the energy to pack up and move the van.