Still Nothing

Day: 385

I´m doing alright, she isn´t.  It could be the 4000 meter altitude, or the shady Bolivia water, but I spent the day bringing her chicken soup and Gatorade to try to get her to feel better.  By the evening Felicia seemed to be doing slightly better and was even talking about actually finding what is beyond this single street in a city of 4 million people. I feel like one of those people in the stories who holes themselves up in a tiny room in some foreign city and does nothing for days on end.