I hate being sick.

I really do. Not only because I feel out of sorts, but because it inevitably turns into a cataclysmic sinus infection (like now), rendering me useless, whiny, and feeling like I'm wrapped in cotton. And I seem to have something growing in my lower abdomen...

Since my illness, I've been covertly raiding my cousin's library for reading material because, thanks to my parents, I have been instilled with the belief that reading is a more productive past time than watching television. I don't know why. Really. Last night, I learned from this show on the Discovery Channel that the woody leftovers from a tropical ant colony contain folic acid which can work as an insect repellent. Sweet. I learned something useful. However, today, I also read a book about the crew of a whaling vessel (The Essex) whose ship was sunk by a very pissed off sperm whale. Inside, I was tutored on the specifics of dehydration and the changes a body will undergo during it's rather gruesome demise. Not a way I want to go. Numerous times throughout the book, I found myself going and getting glasses upon glasses of water, if only in sympathy. Helped out my sinus infection, too.

But BOTH were useful ways of gaining valuable information. So I guess everyone's right. My parents and the Discovery Channel.

Today was the San Isidro Farmers Market. I like this place. There is lots of food. I tried to take some covert photographs of produce, but with the hustle and bustle and my head all fuzzy from my cold, I decided to leave it for another week and buy some mangos. It was a good choice.

More photos for people...