We sit here awaiting lunch, listening to the ocean and a spanish version of Billy Joel's "Piano Man." I am hoping they hurry, since we have to meet our ride in the lobby at 2:55 pm for our horse ride.

I could muse on my illness that has plagued me since I last wrote. I either have a basic case of the traveler's trots, or dysentery. [Editor's Note: turns out it was probably food poisoning.] It has put me in a quiet and pensive mood, since overall I feel off. The first night of it was very bad, up several times, floored in the bathroom (tiles were cool). Perhaps this is too self-indulgent here, but then it is a travelogue.

I best go change now, so we can leave straight from the restaurant. Hmft.