Ali was up all night puking, and for some reason both kids were up a bunch of times last night. It was pretty awful—especially for Ali. Then we got up this morning and I immediately started in with the cold sweats. This was basically a repeat of our little episode a few months back, but without the sick kids fortunately.

We immediately blamed the restaurant in Bucerias from New Year’s Eve, but eventually remembered that earlier that morning we’d had tacos from a shack along the highway. Like, “Oh yeah, maybe it was that place we ate at with no refrigerator and dirt floors.” The kids weren’t hungry, which explains why they didn’t get it too.

Oh well, cost of doing business in Mexico I suppose. Feeling much better tonight. 

Because we were both pretty well laid up all day we spent a lot of time inside. That’s not always easy with these two. They usually make a beeline for the door every chance they get, but they almost seemed to understand that we just weren’t up to it today.