A simple, beautiful weekend at the beach, with Moises, turned into hell for Steph. It was our usual day at the beach, Moises picked us up we got our usual of beers, chicken, salsa, and tortillas. We relaxed, swam and saw what amazing sights we could find. An infection decided to wreak havoc on Steph's stomach with the full evacuation of her bowels from whichever orifice seemed fit at 2 AM through 8 am.The doctors visit the next day confirmed she had gastroenteritis. She came through it like a champ, a crippled, severally dehydrated, feverish, exhausted dry heaving champion. We aren't completely sure what she ingested that Moises and I didn't, it might have been simply her immune system was too crippled from her cold she had from the previous week.
At 5 in the morning I was trying to take care of my wife who was curled up in the fetal position dry heaving bile onto the floor but I couldn't help notice the alien light falling against our living room wall through the window. The restaurant across the street was on fire and I had to be at work in fifteen minutes I, of course, still managed to get pictures. Of the fire not Steph.
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