Last day on Galapagos. Boat was very rocky last nite. At breakfast Jen told me how she threw up in her mouth during the nite. I usually Just make everything she says go into a sort distant din when she's talking and turn my mind to stuff I actually want to think about. Unfortunately that slipped through.

Saw some land turtles, big and tiny, in a captive park where they're trying to repopulate.

Miguel dropped us off at the airport two hours early so he could go home. Airport is outside. Like, literally - check-in, boarding gate, everything. Very bizarre.

Finished with chimichangas in Quito again. Jen's land sick apparently. Sounds made up to me.