I’m really hoping that the virus that danced through our collective guts was the famed "Montezuma’s Revenge" because I can’t imagine having it again. Jamie was down on Wednesday and I was down Thursday. I’m not sure if it was the same thing that the girls had, because I never vomited and both Jamie and I had wicked fevers. The kids seem to be more resilient than we are when it comes to a bunch of Mexican bugs hell bent for leather, partying in your intestines. I sure hope THEY had a good time.
I’m really glad we decided to spend Semana Santa (the week before Easter) in a really tiny town 
instead of a larger one. Teacapán is small enough that it doesn’t have a bank, has one paved street (which ends at the cemetery) and no grocery stores. There are places to buy groceries, but nothing like a Ley or Gigante or even the dk.blue/lt.blue "M" (maseca?) one that has a name, and is all over, and heavily patronized by locals, but I’ve never seen the name of the place on a sign. Not even on the plastic bags.
(Sissy just said, "Ellen you’re a gringo." Ellen said, "Huh? Why?" Sissy says, "Cause you’re someone who fishes alot." Now, in our family this actually makes sense. Jamie calls himself the "gringo fisherman" with great pride due to his ability to fish for scallops.)
Anyone living anywhere nearby has descended upon this teeny town and the beach is full of vacationers (no gringos but us) speeding by in pangas (motorboats/fishingboats) from town, banana boats, horses galloping along the beach and kids playing in the water. Families are camped everywhere possible and having a blast. The men are drinking copious amounts of beer; the women
chatting with each other and the kids playing and running about.
I am continually amazed by technology; I’m sitting under a palapa (palm thatched roof lean-to) looking at the water; Ellen is playing in the sand and if I wanted, I could be online (but I rather write this offline). There really is no sense to this post; it mainly serves to hold up the pictures of the last few days in Teacapán.
The only things I DON’T enjoy about this beach are the endless supply of biting bugs that use our window screens like an amusement park. They zoom through like it is some kind of thrill ride with a finale of endless human flesh to delve into.
