Seven days ago we stood on a beach in Mexico flying a pirate kite with the hope of summoning some [fun loving / gold bearing] pirates to visit us at our home on the sandy shores before we packed our bags and headed back to the Great White North. No pirates showed up. We figured the kite was too small for a pirate to see. We also figured that was arguably for the best. We had no room in our luggage for booty anyway.
It was a fun trip. Eat -> play -> eat -> play -> eat -> sleep. It’s an easy cycle to get into, double so when you’re on a beach far far from what seems to have been an impossibly long winter. Hope you all found some place to get warm, too.
Also this: one day we gathered our things hastily during a brief rain shower and forgot to grab our sunscreen. They sell it at the resort, of course. $26USD a bottle. $26USD!! Nice!! Related: yes, I came home with a sunburn. (We only had enough in our other bottle for the kids…)
Also also this: like the first day there I ate like an ice cream bucket full of guacamole. That was too much guacamole.