I was sick again in El Salvador, a few days ago, three weeks after the first time. I went to the clinic – god bless socialized medicine! I bought the fancy insurance ($600 for the year, no copay, no deductible, $500k coverage) and haven’t even needed it.

The doctor did not seem appropriately worried about my obvious malaria infection. I guess that’s good. On the other hand, he did think I was pregnant just from looking at me – probably my beautiful glowing skin, not my chubby tummy in my pjs – so how professionally trained can he really be?

Recurring flu-like symptoms, no?

Some people get properly robbed in El Salvador, like with guns and shit. I just got too comfortable at the fabulous beach resort and left my Kindle sitting out during the baby turtle release and someone swiped it. A person who would steal from another during a baby turtle release is clearly just as bad as a person who would eat turtle eggs. Bastard.

Oh no! What ever did I do??

It’s easy to think in terms of a schedule when planning a long trip. Especially when planning while living a scheduled life, a life full of work, school, events, etc. It’s not so easy to keep to that schedule when traveling the long trip.

The next “appointment” that I have to keep is about seven months in the future – World Cup in Brazil with Lynsee and friends! – and my days are filled only with what I desire (and so-called chicken buses). But I’m still in my first location in El Salvador and somehow between now and then I have to fit in 12 beautiful countries full of interesting places and people.

What’s so hard? Make a schedule, keep a schedule, right?