I'm in the Towne Hotel. It's 9am, and I am just getting over a case of food poisoning.
We're leaving for the airport in a few minute. Which means in scant hours from now, I'll be in Cuba.
We didn't plan this trip very well.
... oh my God, I'm excited. I'm going to one of the world's last Potemkin Villages!
Also, don't expect me to eat seafood for several months.
(This disjointed LiveJournal post brought to you by exhaustion.)