I go to breakfast and find out our Pharmacist has been up all night vomiting (and she has
heard me coughing from next door).
I bug out of the tour (it's also been raining for a few hours). The married docs, although feeling "más o menos," decide to do the tour.
I go back to the room, open the curtains, and look out to the Andes and humble dwellings
just outside my window.
So, I spend the next few hours with chills. The solicitous waiter from breakfast insisted on helping me up back to the room bearing a tray carrying a teapot, cup, and my improvised
sandwich from the breakfast buffet. So I camp out in my room.
I simply go through the photos on my digital camera and openly smile at some. ¡Qué lindas!
I eat my sandwich and watch MONK dubbed in Spanish and keep layering up in Alpaca
blankets and the hotel-supplied terry robe (this is a Western-civilization type dig).
Reinstall myself in the hotel cafe -- drink lots of hot water with honey and wait for the bus
back to Urubamba where we'll spend the last night. I'll say goodbye to my "queridos estudiantes" and dear hotel owner who truly loves us, and we'll head to Lima for tomorrow's
flight to the U.S.
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