On January 23rd while sitting in a palapa restaurant in La Manzanilla, a woman and her husband sat at the table next to me. As she sat down she commented about the fact that it was nice to finally be out of bed after being sick for so long. Then she coughed.
My impulse was to get up and move, but I did not want to be rude. Now I wish I had done so.
Five days later, in the middle of the night, I was awakened with a racking cough that did not stop for
six days. No sleep. No relief. Acute bronchitis.
It has been a rough road though hopefully I'm on the road to recovery and the road home to San Miguel in the next few days. I'm too weak to drive so a driver is coming from San Miguel to take
Not the way I expected to end an escape to Paradise.
I've received many inquiries about whether all is well or not. Obviously not. But, this too shall pass.
More on down the road when I'm back in San Miguel and stronger and able to post photos and recollections.