Well, it was bound to happen on a month long trip to Central America . . . C.O. and I ate something bad and got pretty sick. (I'm using this lovely picture to offset this unpleasant topic.) It knocked me out for about 3 or 4 days. I ended up missing two days of class and had to lay low for a while. Fortunately, whatever we ate, Harold didn't, so we didn't have to take care of a sick kid as well. Reina (the lady who cooks our meals etc.) took great care of us, feeding us safe and gentle foods until we were better. C.O. brought me these flowers one day to cheer up the bedroom since I was spending so much time there instead of out and about. I'm feeling much better but still can't drink coffee, that's probably the worst part of all. I guess now we can say we've been there and done that.