Time for Plan B

This is not Baja

Remember that thing I wrote about plans?

"The more parts of a plan that depend upon things beyond your control, the lower the likelihood of success."

Well, some things beyond our control went wrong for Lou and I, spoiling our fine time in San Felipe. So we're back in Arizona instead of lounging by the sea with new friends and eating Vicky's excellent cooking.

First, Lou developed flashing lights in his right eye. Not knowing whether it was temporary or serious, it was best to seek medical attention.

Then the camp manager confirmed our suspicions he was a scammer. Things got ugly. We would've left even if Lou's eye was fine. Only south instead of north.

Lou saw a doctor today who said there's no detached retina, that it will probably go away, but that he should have his eye checked again in about six weeks. If, however, the symptoms got worse, he should rush to a hospital. That means no wandering around Mexico for him.

My plans depended on Lou's status. Would he need help? Would it be okay to travel? So now I'm formulating new plans. Hopefully something fun.

UPDATE: Lou's eye is improving on its own, so the general alarm level has dropped greatly.