I've been sick. Or, as I've told Lola it's more proper to say, I've been ill. I'm sure the literal translation of "under the weather" won't make any sense in Spanish. It might even mean something dirty. So, I won't try that. I've been in bed and miserable for two days — stomach, chills, aches, sweats. It hasn't been fun, but I think I'm on the mend. Jerry is a good nurse. So expect to see a post from me soon about a charming evening spent in Carmona.