Montauk was great. Extremely relaxing. Basically doing nothing, reading, talking, eating. I never even finished a glass of wine, that's how relaxed I was. On Saturday night I cooked for everybody. Then the guys went to their suite and Ana and I to our rooms. Sunday morning we learned Ricardo had landed at the hospital after hours of vomiting and writhing in pain on the floor. Police was called, they called an ambulance. Seems he has liver stones ... on top of my cooking.
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