Average life expectancy in Mexico is seventy-six years old. Meaning that I am officially middle-aged. It’s seventy-eight in the States so I’m thinking of moving back there for another year.

This morning when Ouest woke up, Ali went in to her room and told her it was my birthday. I was in the front cabin with Lowe but I was looking back to Ouest’s room when Ali told her. Suddenly her head popped around the corner of her door, she looked at me wide-eyed and said, “Cake!?”

Spent the day bumming around Barra. Got laundry done. Ate tacos, drank Pacificos, swam, fed a monkey, all the normal things one does on their birthday.