Forces seem to be conspiring to destroy my vacation. I’m worried that this isn’t going to be much fun, and that I’m going to come back with one or two vicious colds.

Both Mike and Pedro are extremely sick. Mike has been home from work all week and may not even be going. Pedro came down with something on Monday and isn’t doing any better.

I didn’t get around to reserving dune buggies because I couldn’t get ahold of Pedro for two weeks. I needed to confirm that he’d gotten off of work so I didn’t have them for a day he’d be selling furniture.

No one wanted to go skydiving except me.

Apparently it’s gotten incredibly dangerous just south of the border. My mom called me yesterday to tell me that criminals in Tijuana have been posing as cops, pulling over tourists, then robbing and beating them.

At least I won’t be in the cold.

I guess.