“I never poop. Princesses don’t do those things,” Nicole told me, making a disgusted face.
Famous last words.
We flew from Chile to Peru days after she told me this. While in transit, she rapidly spoke Spanish to the man sitting by us on the airplane, and I marveled at how much living in Chile had improved her Spanish. My Spanish was rusty and so she translated for me. “He told us not to eat anything the first day we’re in Cusco because we’ll be elevated and it’s a hard adjustment on the stomach.”