We arrived in La Punta, in Puerto Escondido (Oaxaca) in the morning and headed straight to the Air B and B where our bestie Sarah had arrived earlier that day. It was a 3 bedroom apartment house sitting on top of another apartment. We yelled to Sarah who was on the roof getting a massage that we had arrived. I opened the front gate, and Presley charged through and opened the bottom floor door (instead of walking past to go upstairs) and FIVE dogs charged out and immediately began attacking Bodhi. I tackled Bodes to protect him while Presley screamed at the top of her lungs (Sarah's relaxing massage over obviously), and Tyler abandons emptying the cab to kick dogs away from us. The dog owner (who wasn't wearing any pants by the way) runs out to help and is screaming to Tyler that its ok...to which Tyler yells, its NOT OK!!! When I finally stand up, I've got one dog puncture wound in my right foot but Bodhi is thankfully unharmed. Welcome to Mexico! Several more unpleasant things happened...I got knocked over on the beach by some guy running from security leading to a bruised up leg on same leg as the dog bite, our friend got some bad news from home, I rolled my ankle walking down uneven stairs, and our friend, me and Presley all got sick in our final days there. But Oh Mexico, I can't stay mad at you. The beach was so fun. There are huge waves in La Punta which terrified me for the first few days, but once we go comfortable, it was a blast. Luckily Presley had gotten so comfortable with the ocean on this trip, that she was happy to get knocked down over and over. And the food and drinks...we'd been DYING for good fish tacos and Margies, and we finally got them. We released baby turtles one day. Both Presleys (Amber Sophia Cora Case) and Sarah's (Cheeky), made it to the ocean like little champs. But I had no idea how Hunger Games these turtle releases are. The seagulls were divebombing and breaking peoples heart's left and right! We made a Christmas tree out of driftwood and shells, topped with a starfruit, which turned out beautiful. We couldn't find wrapping paper so we used whatever we could find. Santa's gift delivery was more humble than usual...but she enjoyed it all the same. We spent Christmas Day as we had every other day, at the beautiful beach. We missed our families tremendously. We said goodbye to Sarah the next day, and packed up to our final destination, a nice-ish hotel about 25 minutes north of La Punta. That morning, Presley registered a 103 fever and I had some sort of stomach flu. Add that to my hurt ankle that I had masked for sake of Christmas and we were a sorry bunch. Poor Tyler had to pack the entire apartment by himself. Presley and I barely left the hotel for the 4 days we were there. We crossed the border back in to the US through Tijuana. As usual, we were super worried about getting Bodhi across because we didn't follow all of the rules. So we quietly hid him under my sweatshirt to avoid all the nonsense. After all those hundreds of miles I carried Presley on my back, she paid it forward. We chased summer for 5 months, visiting 9 countries on 2 continents. We took 20 airplane flights if my memory is correct! It was an absolute crazy and sometime really hard adventure. I will never do it again. But I don't have to because these memories will last a lifetime.

Before I write about our last week in Mexico, I have to document the very dramatic exit from Argentina. Since the trip was nearly over, we decided to splurge and upgrade our airline tickets. We did one of those online bidding things and won lay flat seats on the two legs from Buenos Aires to Panama and Panama to Mexico City. We filled out all the airline paperwork for our on-board dog and double checked all Mexico requirements for bringing the dog in, and dutifully arrived at the airport 2+ hours early for our flight. With our heads high, we breezed past everyone in line claiming "business class" and were promptly told that Bodhi was not able to travel because we hadn't completed some sort of exit paperwork required by Argentina. Begging, pleading and crying didn't work and they closed the flight as we continued to try to figure it out. Turns out, Argentina has a 3-5 day process for a dog to be examined by a internationally certified vet in order to leave the country. Had we called the airline ahead of time, we would have learned this. Panicked and broken-hearted (and too late to smuggle him like we did in Portugal), we found a vet in Buenos Aires and jumped in a taxi with all of our crap and headed in to the City - which took about 90 minutes because of the traffic. Thanks to several English speaking pet owners, we communicated our needs and the guy wrote up a dog health certificate for him and we checked in to the Intercontinental. We were so tired and beyond anxious, but luckily we found some old friends were in town for the night so we met for drinks to lift our spirits. And Buenos Aires was beautiful. Next day, we schlepped back to the airport more than 3 hours early, and went to the pet office at the airport, where we were told, once again, that this paperwork needs to be filed 3-5 days before the flight so the vet has time to review it. Flight was at 11:30. Apparently the vet would arrive at 9:30, but would likely not sign. We waited anyway. At 10, the airline tells us if we don't check in soon, they won't take us. Vet is reviewing paperwork and tells us we are missing a certain de-worming treatment which we 100% got in Colombia. Back and forth with this lady for over 45 minutes while Tyler stays at the gate begging them not to close the flight. Finally (mercifully), I find a picture I took of the de-worming box in Colombia and she agrees to sign. We RUN to the gate and we are the very last people on the flight. Walking past the lay flat seats, Presley says, Mom I thought this is where we got to sit??? Nope baby. Not this time. Tyler sat in the middle in the back next to a very large woman and Presley and I sat near the front. Alls well that ends well. Oh, post script - Rather than watching the final World Cup game from Mexico City as intended, the game started an hour after our flight took off. We were on the flight with probably 90% Argentinians and many had satellite radios so we would hear periodic cheers as they battled France for the win. Captain gave us the score along the way, and when they finally won in Penalty kicks, the entire plane was on their feet screaming, dancing and singing the team song. What an experience to be amongst these fans.

Its been nearly 3 weeks since we arrived in Argentina. We flew in to Buenos Aires, spent about 5 hours sleeping at an airport hotel, and then drove south to Mar Del Plata, the second largest City in the country. Its not known for any famous architecture or museums or anything of crazy cultural significance. Its just a non-touristy beach town where we found a nice, affordable, dog-friendly apartment. The beach here is like nothing I've ever seen. While there are some open public beaches, most of the prime real estate houses a beach club with rows and rows of weird looking tents, perpendicular to the ocean with plastic chairs inside. People rent this space for their day at the beach. The nice ones have pools built in and the really nice ones have really nice pools, restaurants and great service. Cash is king. We got here and used our credit card for the first purchase and the guy at the store seemed legitimately confused. We come to find out that the exchange rate for USD on a credit card is HALF of what it is if you use cash. So we started sending ourselves cash at western union. And now we carry around wads of cash all the time which is a bit jarring and kind of funny. And lets talk about the World Cup! What a special experience to be here as Argentina fought its way to the top of the pack. We watched the first game on the couch where we promptly realized that our TV had about a 30 second delay from the rest of the neighborhood. The screams post-goal were a dead giveaway. We then watched the qualifier for the quarter finals at a cafe (not a bar - see below about tea), and then got stranded at the airport in Patagonia at the quarter finals because the workers straight closed the office despite our reservation. That game was an absolute squeaker with Argentina beating Netherlands in penalty kicks while the entire airport went nuts. And this week, we watched them school Croatia on the big screen on the beach with thousands of others on the beach. At half time, much of the crowd ran in to the ocean and chanted the team song. We are gutted to be leaving Argentina one day shy of the big show. But we will cheer them on from our airport hotel in Mexico City. We only truly ventured out of Mar del Plata once to El Calafata, Patagonia. Patagonia has been on the bucket list and I'm so grateful Tyler made it happen (b/c frankly I was exhausted from all the travel). We took a boat tour through el Parque Nacional Los Glaciares and it was absolutely spectacular. On our second drive, we drove to to the mountains, stopping to admire wild flamingos and got up close and personal with some small coyotes. I was really looking forward to seeing the night sky without light pollution, but sun doesn't set until 11pm in summer so here is my midnight dusk picture. A few other musings... Argentina Spanish is soooo different than Spain or Mexico Spanish. I tried to buy strawberries (fresas) only to be met with a blank stare. They are called frutillas here. And you may think it is a fru-ti-ya because two lls in Spanish (e.g., pollo) makes the YA sound. Well here, anything that looks like YA is SHA. So going to the beach is going to the PLASHA...a chicken is a POSHO. And that is just the beginning. Grocery stores, like where you buy all the stuff you need to make a meal? Seems like its an American thing. Nowhere in Europe or South America so far have we found it normal to shop at one place. You go to the fruit/veggie stand, the carniceria, the fish monger, the farmacia...you can't even buy chicken and steak at the same place (both for the dog). I quite like it for the small business aspect. But it does make prepping for dinner a bit more of a challenge. Argentinians are SERIOUS about their mate tea. They carry around huge thermoses of hot water, huge bags of dry tea, special cups and straws, another bag for the old tea, and they drink it all day and all night. Hot day on the beach and we are having a beer...they are drinking tea. Watching the World Cup at a restaurant and we are having drinks...they are drinking tea. In fact, there were hardly any bars even open to show the game. People were at cafes, restaurants and at the beach....drinking tea. Oh, and there are no stop signs. We are in a really busy city and cars just all arrive at the intersection at the same time and each side takes a turn. Pedestrians just make it work in between. When we rented a car for a few days and tried to let a pedestrian go, we were met with honks from behind and confused looks from the pedestrians. You don't stop...you frogger. Our landlord's niece Lara has been Presley's part-time nanny who has been a Godsend. Its a bittersweet goodbye today. We've really enjoyed our time here. We established a nice routine, my Spanish improved significantly and we experienced a region that will never be the same with climate change accelerating. At the same time, we are so glad to be in the home stretch. Tomorrow, we head to Mexico to share Christmas with our bestie Sarah. Counting the days until home. VAMOS ARGETINTA!!!

So if you are following me on social media, you already know we do not love Cartagena. In hindsight, we should have committed to a Medellin trip, even if the weather was spotty. We were very lucky where we stayed though. We were right outside the walled city in Getsmani, and we had a lovely pool. We did find some peaceful places in and around. About 10 minutes by boat from the City is the Isla Tierra Bomba, where we enjoyed margaritas and jet skis, endless offers of hair braids and bracelets, and a really nice fish lunch. Presley & Tyler met another Dad/Daughter combo there and scored us a ride back on a private boat! About halfway through the trip, it was Tyler and I's 15th wedding anniversary. We've never celebrated one with Presley, so this will be one we will never forget. Nice dinner at a place called Carmen, followed by a late night walk through the old city where Presley fell in love with the hip hop street dancers. Per our custom, we snapped a pic of #15 in coffee beans. Just north of the walled City we found Hotel Las Americas, a sprawling beachfront property with a bunch of pools that offers day passes. Even in the rain, this place offered us a nice refuge a couple of days. And we witnessed there an incredible last sunset. Our absolute favorite days were the two we spent on Isla Grande, a beautiful Caribbean island in the Rosario Island chain, about 45 minutes by boat. Another dog friendly resort, thank God, and Bodhi had a freakin' blast, joining a pack of strays wandering up and down the beach at all hours. By the second day, he was mounting the big dogs to show how manly he is. Our one other bright spot was Presley's Spanish teacher Leo. He came to the house in the mornings most weekdays and was the sweetest and most patient man ever. We will never forget him. We needed to rest awhile after traveling week to week in Europe. But honestly, this was not the best spot to spend 3 weeks with a kid and dog. So much rain, so loud and hectic, kinda scary, dirty roads, smelly food carts (unless you love grilled intestines for breakfast)...we've had enough. So excited to move on! Stay tuned for our next adventure...one month left! PS, Presley loved all the stray cats. She is a whisperer.

Its been a minute friends!! On the 89th day of our 90 day tourist visa, we left Europe and headed to Colombia. To ease the developing country culture shock, we stayed in a really nice part of Bogota for a few days called Parque de la 93, near all of the embassies. We found great food and a real margarita, and the hotel sauna and rooftop pool were a nice perq. We mostly laid low to get on the right time zone and because of rain. But on our only full day, we took a tour of the City. 10,500 feet above Bogota is Monseratte, a beautiful summit accessible by funicular. We walked through the local market up top and sampled a bunch of local cuisine. And we did a fancy Colombian coffee tasting. Now we are attempting to chill out in Cartagen-NA, which, by the way, is NOT pronounced Cartagen-YAH. And which, by the way, is not a chill place. We are staying in Getsamani, a little neighborhood across the street from Parque Del Centanario. The streets are literally an art gallery. And we have been marveling daily at all the animals around, especially the sloths. While the City has a lot to offer travelers, its very far from kid friendly. We've had a lot of rain, which has exacerbated all the other challenges of a developing country - crumbling infrastructure, flooding, occasional power losses, stray animals (and humans) begging. My anxiety is through the roof most time and Presley is often asking me to lighten the grip on her hand. We have one more week here, so wish us luck!

For our very last leg in Europe, we returned to Spain to stay for a week in San Sebastián, an absolute gem in the Basque Region. The beaches were simply stunning. After spending 5 weeks exploring unknown languages and unpredictable weather, we arrived on a sunny warm day and hit the beach immediately. The first stop was La Concha, a beautiful long cove alongside old town, bustling with restaurants, a playground and a carousel. Unlike Valencia, the water was too cold for me to go in, but Presley and Tyler splashed around a bit in the tiny waves, kept calm by the natural break from Santa Clara island. Just to the south of La Concha is Ondarreta beach, a smaller, more tranquil beach, but with the same beautiful sand and picturesque view of the island. They were hosting a rowing competition that weekend which was a kick to watch, especially because the finish line was on the sand, so the rowers would row straight on to the beach then jump out and sprint to the line. The third day, the weather turned on us and it started to rain. We rented a car and drove north in to France to Biarritz. Rain or shine, this place is magical. Not only did we find more stunning beaches, amazing rock formations and tide pools, a beautiful old hotel for lunch, but best of all, we found a Halloween festival. Its our favorite holiday and Mom guilt was eating me inside for Presley missing trick or treating. Plus, the costume I ordered for her was stuck in Madrid. (More on that later). Suffice it to say, we would love to return and spend more time here. Next, we went to Zumaia, a Unesco geopark made up of sedimentary rocks showing off over 60 million years of planetary history. Tyler and I nerded out on the crazy layers that display the various cataclysms/extinction events while Presley and Bohdi ran like mad across the beach. Fun fact - Game of Thrones filmed the scene where Daenarys meets John Snow for the first time here. The sun came back out for our visit to Zarautz. To remind us that we should stop being in a hurry all the time, the Universe gifted us a very long and very mediocre lunch. Then we then took a nice long walk in the low tide. So October 31 came, but Presley's costume didn't. I was devastated, but Presley ralied and was cheerful in her Elsa tutu and last minute tiara purchase. We hit the mall and found a few places doing "Truco o Trato" so she got her candy fix. I ended up on a wild goose chase to track down the missing costume, and on November 2nd, I finally delivered her intended costume. And she was thrilled. And with that, we said goodbye to Europe and boarded a plane to the other side of the world. Next post, Colombia!

We came, we saw, and we conquered a rainy week in Portugal. We started this week with our first flight since landing in Europe - flying from Budapest to Portugal. The flight was terrifying...not because of turbulence, but because we had to literally HIDE our dog from the airline! I screwed up and forgot to book him on the flight, so after he and I both took a Xanax, I stuffed him in my briefcase and boarded took two legs (Budapest - London and London - Porto) without getting caught. We stayed most of the week in Porto, a port city in the north of the country. Porto is known for producing explorers like Columbus and Magellan, and Port wine. We had no idea it was also known for raining in the fall. A LOT. When it wasn't pouring, we viewed stunning blue painted facades (called Azulejos), old churches, tiny cobblestoned streets and chestnuts roasting on every corner. I've got to be honest, I didn't really vibe with Porto. I do not see myself returning here. It wasn't just the rain...there just isn't much to it. Maybe it was all the boasting about "discovering" the world, or the fact that the wine was too expensive and not great. But two things I would recommend if you are in the country: 1) Parque de Serralves. Its a huge property with an old Art Deco mansion that has been converted in to an indoor and outdoor modern art museum. 2) Nazare - We drove 90 minutes south to watch 20+ foot waves crashing on the beach. And the town was adorable. Wish we had more time there (and sunny would be nice) View from our apartment was spectacular! Given that our dog was an international criminal, we were pretty happy to leave at the end of the week. Thankfully, he was allowed on the plane.

A six hour train ride (mercifully during the day) transported our family from Prague, Czech Republic to Budapest, Hungary. We landed at the train station around 8 or 9 pm and stood around for over 30 minutes waiting to find a taxi that would be willing to take us to our hotel. One guy said yes to Tyler and then drove away once he saw me, Presley and Bodhi. Relieved beyond relief that we were finally free of our bags, we hardly paid attention to what our apartment looked like. The hotel was situated on Gozsdu Court, which was buzzing all day and all night for the few days we stayed. 30+ bars packed in to a small alley in the middle of town, crawling with people of all ages partying. More than anywhere I can remember being before, it felt like this place...this whole city actually, had a pulse. Budapest is alive. That first night, we had a hard time getting a table, a hard time getting a drink, a hard time getting the bill, and a hard time finding somewhere to take Bodhi to pee. We should have known right then it probably wasn't a good fit for our little family! The apartment itself...well, it wasn't our best. There were no windows, no heat, only tepid water, some sharp screws or nails jutting out of the kitchen floor and was overall just uncomfortable. I wanted to check out immediately, but we sucked it up for a few days while touring around Hungary's capital. We did one of those silly double decker tourist red buses to get the lay of the land. And we took Presley on the Ferris wheel in the city center. We rode scooters along the Danube river, also cruised it and ate some amazing food. Everywhere we went, the architecture blew us away. But my absolute favorite thing about Budapest is the bath houses. As the weather has been turning cooler, and we've moved north, I've had that winter chill that was gloriously cured by a day at the Szechenyi Thermal Baths! Several huge outdoor pools fed by thermal springs, along with 20+ indoor pools of varying temperatures to get the best of the medicinal water. Saunas, steam rooms...it was divine! (as long as you don't mind communal bathing!) PS, Covid doesn't seem to exist anymore in Europe...we very rarely see anyone with masks on here. Tyler stepped on the ouchie nail for the 3rd or 4th time and finally agreed we had to leave Gozdu Court for better digs. We found a really great apartment on the other side of town, in a small Aparthotel next to the famous New York Cafe, known as "The most beautiful cafe in the world. We spent the next 4 nights in relative luxury, with hot water, heat, and even a washing machine! Beautiful last coffee before leaving Budapest pictured below. Onward Case Family!

From Zurich, Switzerland, we boarded an overnight train to Prague. Despite having reduced our load by one huge suitcase, it was still laughable trying to load our triple bunk sleeper car with all of our crap...not to mention, as we were boarding, the conductor said no dogs were allowed in the sleeper cars (so I just kept walking past him like I didn't understand...). As you can imagine, it was a rough night of sleep! With melatonin and Xanax for most of us, we made it to Prague in one piece. Tyler and I woke up with Presley's cold which made the week a little more challenging than we'd hoped, but Prague was a major bucket list for both of us, so we rallied! We stayed near the town square with one of the oldest astronomical clocks in the world, installed in 1410. We viewed the Charles Bridge from a million angles over the week... Took an obligatory pic at the Lennon Wall ... Presley became more civilized due to the modern art... The incredible riverfront architecture... The chimney cake... And we even got a date night...here we are sitting in the window of an adorable wine bar. In general, we didn't find Prague to be the most child friendly city. But we did find an awesome park with a huge climbing structure and a way too dangerous for California zipline. And I got my steps in, carrying an extra 40 pounds most days. At the end of the chilly day, we'd hole up in the Spa room at our hotel which was heavenly. Finally, we followed the advice of our hotel and checked out the Prague Zoo. We were super pompous and told him that we had one of the best zoos ever in San Diego, but we were absolutely blown away. The property was so spacious, the enclosures were huge, the animals were magnificent and we were able to be so much closer to them. So if you are ever in Prague, and you think SD Zoo is the absolute best, be prepared to be wrong.

We spent this week in Switzerland and I immediately regretted all those times I complained that Spain was so hot. Its been rainy nearly all day, every day. Other than San Diego's famous May Gray and June Gloom, which gives us a thick marine layer in the morning in the beginning of summer, I've never noticed a more sustained feeling of seasonal depression. So instead of twirling on the hillside belting out "The hills are alive with the sound of music...", every day we've found something on the "things to do in Switzerland in the rain" and made lemonade with our lemons. We are in the tiny beautiful town of Sigriswill, perched on a hillside above Lake Thun. We are across from a local church which reminds us every 15 minutes what time it is. Thankfully, the church bells go down to once an hour in the middle of the night. There are adorable goats and cows with bells on their necks noshing on the greenest grass I've ever seen. Our favorite rainy day activities if you are ever lucky enough to be here during a torrential downpour include: 1) Travel to the top of Europe - Jungfrau is one of the main summits of the Bernese Alps. It was raining at the base, but after 3 train transfers and one gondola, we reached the top and enjoyed some light snow while catching views of the alps from within the clouds. One brave soul entertained us by stripping naked for his photo. 2) Hot Tug - On the Brienz lake, we rented a "hot tug", a floating hot tub powered by a wood burning fireplace. Easily one of the coolest experiences in my life. Tyler and I took turns jumping off in to the freezing lake. 3) Aquabasilea - Indoor water park in Basel. We had an absolute blast on the water slides, both indoor and outdoor. Swim up bars and restaurants, a wave pool, lazy river, and really fast and very dangerous waterslides without a single lifeguard to be found. California would NEVER allow such a facility to exist. I haven't had so much fun in the water since I was a kid. My body aches from head to toe from being slammed in to the slide walls about a hundred times, but it was worth it. Bodhi definitely didn't enjoy much of Switzerland. He went on a poop strike for the first few days, refusing to take cues from the dozens of mountain dogs we'd see on walks. Instead he'd stop and shiver in the mud until I took him back to the hotel where he slept alone most days. The closest bustling town to us is Thun which is stunning, on a river, right out of a postcard. The restaurant patios are packed with people eating schnitzel and fondue, and they have rain covers and blankets so you can enjoy the outside while staying relatively warm. Today, we woke up to blue sky for the first time since arrival. We packed upped the car for the last time and drove to Zurich, stopping at the Chateau Gutsch with a beautiful panoramic view of Lucerne. Final stop in Switzerland, the Home of Lindt Chocolate! See you next time Switzerland...hopefully with more sun.

I absolutely loved our short time in the Burgundy region of France. We stayed at the Emeritage de Corton, an adorable chateau near Beaune, for 4 days around my birthday. The beautiful property was surrounded by vineyards and beautiful gardens, and a little farm with goats and chickens. I learned so much about the wine from this region. The whites are 100% chardonnay and the reds, 100% Pinot Noir, Tyler and my favorites, respectively. For wine tasting, we learned the quality ranges from bottles labeled by the regions/appellations, the villages or the Premiere or Grand Cru's, which are decided by committee as the best plots in the region, usually on the steep hills in the region. I have never liked California chard, but here, I fell in love with Pouilly-Fuisse. The light, buttery, crisp wine was a perfect pour for lunch (and sometimes breakfast). And the Pinots were to die for. Tyler surprised me with a babysitter for a dinner out, our first night sans Presley in nearly 2 months. The weather was the perfect Autumn chill, especially after the hottest month ever in Spain. Au Revoir France!

You know what the French say about Americans? Well, on this particular occasion, we happen to agree that we were a bit on the obnoxious side. So we had such a nice evening in Canet-en-Roussillon, and lunch the next early afternoon (see previous post) and then set our navigation to Les Baux de Provence. The village itself is tiny and perched on a hill with stunning rock formations all around. There is a ruined castle on top, and its lined with cobblestones streets and charming shops selling the same soaps and cheeses and nougats as were sold on this day 10 years ago, 20 and probably 30+ before that. So in our defense, the directions were curious to say the least. We were told to follow the Google map until the road became "the wrong way" and then ignore it and keep going, for then we would find the place to park. We've been on these quests before... where the road becomes so narrow that we couldn't believe it was legally anything but a footpath. So when we got to a similar looking road, at the base of this ancient town, we decided we should give it a shot and see if this road would take us there. (Spoiler alert - it didn't). The road which was empty when we started with nobody near to tell us otherwise, eventually BECAME STAIRS, crowded with walkers/hikers giving us the strangest (and meanest looks). Tyler did his absolute best to reverse up this hill while the clutch (and the family) held on for dear life. While Tyler practiced all of his favorite curse words and the engine smoked, I told Presley lighthearted stories about how this would all be funny someday. Halfway up the hill the clutch became "smushy" so we stopped and called the rental car company. After 30 or so minutes transferred between agents and countries, we realized we weren't getting saved tonight. But the angels were with us, and gave Tyler (and the clutch) the strength to get us up the hill to the parking lot, which after a short look around, was exactly where we were supposed to be. The embarrassing story should end there. But it doesn't. So we have 4 bags (the 5th thankfully returned with me last week to San Diego), and a half dozen other carryons (coolers, groceries, toys, dogs) . And the hike up this hill to our apartment was intense. We were sweaty and stressed looking for our turn when Bodhi became so agitated in his doggie backpack that I let him go. He proceeds to stop in front of an adorable little soap shop and starts circling, spewing diarrhea. I can't find the poop bags, and I'm carrying a ton of crap...tourists and shop owners are gawking, and all of a sudden I hear Presley screaming, "MOM NOW HES THROWING UP!!!". Tyler deals with the puke...I keep trying (and failing) to pick up runny poop with a grocery bag. When we give up and get our bearings, we realize we are right were we need to turn to get to our place. Other than the shit stains on that one turn, it was the most amazing place. So many pictures for this magical place, but chose just a few to scroll... The next day, Presley and I explored the village while Tyler dealt with getting us a new rental car. We missed a day of wine tasting, but C'est la vie.