I thought I was was a spice guy, but Yucatan has humbled me. In a land where Habañeros grow as weeds, and every meal big or small is served with deadly-hot salsa, I think the past few days have put me to my limit. In some of the smaller villages, where a dining gringo still turns heads, I had to constantly fight my eyes from watering during meals
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