I'm back.

I only got a little sunburned. Pinked, really.

We ended up going to Zipolite, though we're telling everyone in town that we went to Puerto Angel.

I've never spent a vacation doing nothing before. I think the farthest we got from our posada was the stroll we took to the far end of the beach.

It really does take 6 hours to drive the 160 miles from our door to Zipolite. Nobody threw up, but we all got nauseous, and I took Dramamine on the way back, so Greg drove the whole 6 hours today. What a champ.

The cat likes to stick her head out the window.