s i e n t e s e

...taking advantage of what appeared to be a small window of time. The waves of dysentary spread out enough to stumble toward el mar for one last one before the sun set. Perhaps extra lime would kill the invader? Perhaps, a shot of mezcal would help? Quien sabe!

All I knew was no burning sands or fiery montecuma's revenge was going to keep me from settling into that rickety wooden cradle and bidding "el sol" a good night!

Puerto Angel, Mexico