I got the runs on my last trip through Mexico. This Mexico is part of Epcot's World Showcase, an archipelago of mini-countries strewn around a lagoon. Here, diversity and cultural imperialism are made one. Every year, I join a commando team of travel writers that descends on Disney World to update our employer's best-selling guidebook.
Some people actually buy the book every year and read it cover to cover.
These people love Disney above all else, so to them it's a giant almanac of Mouse porn. Some hate the book, hate us, hate our mothers, friends and pets. So we are responsible to an audience. Each trip, we visit the modern monolith of Walt Disney World incognito. We eat the food, or at least examine it clinically.