So we're now in Puerto Vallarta, since that's where we fly home from tomorrow. Not to get into the gory details, but we took a bus here yesterday from La Penita... and I got... well... sick. Mike was my angel of mercy. I can't give you the details, but let's just say that if ever in one of my future books, a boy (you see I'd likely change the sex to protect my privacy) gets sickon a bus... the bus is traveling on these really wind-y roads in mexico... and there's no you-know-what-sort of bag available to save him. and so the poor boy (you understand that he's NOT me) vomits on the bus floor, and then starts to cry because he is so embarrassed and sick-feeling... well, that this might, just might have been inspired by what happened to me yesterday. Makes a good story, no? Certainly better than if I told you what I great bus ride it was. Anyway, the boy... er, I mean, I... am feeling back to myself today. But maybe I'll pop a Gravol tomorrow just in case. Hey, I figured out a way to read the comments you guys have been posting on the blog, so thanks for all of them. Tamar, I haven't read Fishbowl. I'm pretty sure it's in my daughter's room, so I'll look for it when we're home, I promise. I found a copy of Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen in the hotel library -- and I'm really into it. It's about American circus life in the 1930s. Really makes you feel like you're getting to know the people and the places. Planning to write my Mexican dentists story on the plane tomorrow. Enjoy the weekend wherever you are. Hasta luego!!