This was our last full day on the island, and we had planned to go back to Orient Beach and bake all day, then have a nice dinner in Grand Case.  Sadly, not to be.  I woke up with a seriously upset stomach and muscle aches.  If only my legs had been hurting, I would have blamed yesterday's hike, but my upper body was sore as well, and that meant that I might be coming down with something.  I waffled a bit, as I did not want to change our plans for the day, but finally decided that it was probably smart to stick close to home.  We decided to "beach it" at the hotel.  I turned in the car, Lana had a massage, and we staked out a place on the far end of the hotel beach.  It was pretty hot, and I still didn't feel that well, so I moved to a shady hammock strung between two sea-grape trees and crashed.  We stayed out for several hours, then went back to the room.  I crashed again, and as dinner time was getting closer, I was feeling worse.  I had eaten almost nothing, and thought that some food would do me good, but I was so tired that I didn't feel like going out.  On the other hand, this was our last night on the island, and I wanted it to be special.  We got dressed, and went out to the beach to make sunset pictures.  I was dragging.  Lana said I felt like I had a fever.  We had 7:30 reservations, and I waited up till about 7, then made my decision...I just couldn't do it.  Lana had the desk cancel our reservation, then went to the cafe to order room service for us; lamb for her and fish soup for me.  I got out of bed to eat, then went straight back to bed.  Soon I had chills and sweats, and was really glad that I had decided to stay in the room, even though I felt bad for having to cancel out plans.

Day Eight