16 Feb 2018 (Palomino, Colombia): I woke up yesterday morning (the 15th) with the distinct impression that I should not have eaten so much lobster the previous evening (the 14th). And then, before allowing that situation to fully resolve itself, I took lots of dramomine for spending the entire day on the road. Last night it caught up with me, and I’m feeling several kinds of crappy. Leah picked a great day to get sick (nothing except laundry to do in Buenos Aires), and I’m a little jealous. This place is beautiful, and I’m bummed that (1) I’m really not enjoying it, (2) Leah isn’t enjoying it as much as she would if I weren’t a whining sack of potatoes, and (3) we are definitely not going to go on the half-day river tubing excursion that sounded magnificent. Leah is taking good care of me, and I’m encouraging her to go out and enjoy this place, but yeah. It’s weird being sick somewhere like this. At least I have nothing I need to do today. Sorry, babe.