I've resigned myself to the fact that, wherever we go, we will both get sick. Put your toes in the water of a developing country and it's an inevitability. I figured it would happen while hiking in the jungle, but for some reason my dastardly bug struck yesterday while lying in a warm bed after a massive helping of pasta carbonara. I spent all of the night curled up in a tight ball, my gut feeling like a wet towel being wrung out to desert-like dryness. I've hear...

Today will be short and sweet because it was a pretty uninteresting day, and purposefully so. Our clothes wouldn't be ready until noon today, so we slept in until 11am and then just sat around, waiting for the socks to dry. When they were finally done and we finished burying our noses in them, savoring the sweet smell of soap, we walked back to Lulo for one final meal. I could eat there every day; they make the best guanabana shake I've had so far. What am I goin...