Tonight I dictate this blog through crack in the door from the toilet to Michele. Gotta get the thoughts of the day out when they come to you, right? It is here, with the sound of nature, in the dark (so that I don’t traumatize any more neighbors) that I have been able to reminisce on all of the good. Breakfast was lovely. Coffee feeds my soul. I still don’t like the men at the launcha (boat launch). The man at the kayak stand was lovely though, as are all of the people here (aside from those boat men) and reminds me how hard it must be to have to hustle to feed your family. I truly am blessed. Lunch was delicious especially the frozen watermelon and Zacapa. We decided to stay put and spend the day on the dock jumping into the lake. I am sure Luca will have a more to share about that in the morning. I always thought that I wanted to experience a healing retreat where you go into a smoke filled hut with a shaman doing peyote, but alas, no. Why you ask? I got smoke inhalation. How you ask? From the wood burning oven in the kitchen below our room. This my friends may be what takes me out.