If I get up now, I can attack most of the day before they even wake.

I decide against holing up in the hotel and see if my uncle is down for breakfast.

Skin so soft. Humidity plus soft water.

Potato Dish P4.

Everything here is so lush and green. Varying shades of green. Thick. Like you could sit on the treetops as if they were clouds.

Laughter. So much laughter.

I ask him if he’s happy that he moved. It’s an unequivocal yes.

I keep sending nervous texts to make sure everyone gets to where they need to be and that he has all of the things.

I sit on the bench and stare out at the water. I feel the weight of the humidity on my skin. We try to decide on the itinerary for Saturday. I am adamant that we all do the riverboat cruise.

Margarita. Tacos. His favorite place.

Bed.