Was the room spinning? Nope. That's just the ceiling fan. I spent the majority of this day in the quiet solitude of my Zen Palpita. If you're going to be sick in any fashion, I would strongly suggest waiting until you get to paradise. There's no better place to have a "bug"... though it was arguably a hangover, I prefer to say I had a "bug". It gives the appearance of greater self-respect.
My comrads enjoyed the sunbeams and the sand per usual. I simply slept. Threw up a few times too... but what does that matter? I was still in paradise. And somehow, that made even the dry-heaves worth it.
On that note, I'm gonna grab a beer. One sec...
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| Mimi joined me for a snooze. |
As I was saying, I spent the day listening to exotic birds and gentle breezes in the comfort of my bed. Visitors stopped by on occasion to make sure I was ingesting water and a cracker or two. Tom even took it upon himself to visit with the wise tale coined "Hair of the Dog" in an effort to mend my nauseated tummy. Emerging from my palpita with a Dos Equis to quell the heave, I made my way to join the others at the beach. A short few minutes in the hammock, and I was out... again. Embraced by the lapping ocean and coconuts... who silently mocked me with their hairy little faces.
I slept... and slept... and slept.......
Viva la Mexico.
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