My blogger post won't let me edit the previous post, I'm not sure why. I went to the edit screen and html code popped up, and if I switched to the version where I could edit the words, it warned me I could lose content...so I just decided to make another one. The first Cozumel post is the first 4 days of our trip, this one is the last 4, I guess.
We are reading through the book of Ephesians with the kids, a chapter a day, so after breakfast we went to the porch and read the next chapter. They like to take turns reading, especially Vanessa.
Today was all about the dolphins. We didn't know how long the whole thing would take. The Chankanaab national park was just a 2 minute drive down the road, but it is a whole complex with shops, food, snorkeling area, different exhibits, etc, so we went to check it out. When we were talking with the kids prior to leaving, dolphins was the thing they seemed the most excited about.
These are the flowers in our parking lot. |
parking lot flowers |
We packed up, arrived, then determined we needed to change a few things. Dave and I realized we hadn't put our suits on because we did not intend to swim with dolphins, but when we got there it was clear that we should have them on since there was snorkeling available, so we turned around and changed quick, also filled up our little vehicle with gas. I had found some online pricing for the place, which was different than the pricing they show on the signs when you walk in. Everything her negotiable, so Dave worked for a bit on ticket pricing and things....and finally we were in. Cameras were not allowed in the Dolphin Discovery, so I don't have any more of my own photos until we left. Of course, there are photographers everywhere wanting you to purchase every photo they take. So the next series of photos is the kid's experience with the dolphins. I was allowed to go down to help Eli (hold him and such, since he was a bit shorter and needed it). The entire experience with dolphins exceeded all our expectations. They taught them how to put their hands to make the dolphin do things. The coolest was having the kids swim away from the group and have two dolphins work together to push them on a boogie board, also having a dolphin come up with next to them, kids grab onto their fins, and the dolphins pull them along about 50 feet. Their faces were pure joy and exhilaration. Dave was right on the dock watching. We also all got a chance to go in the next gated off pool area and get up close with a manatee. This particular one was 12 years old. They can live to be 80. It had little round "nails" built into its flipper, tiny pin dot eyes, a big funny floppy sucky mouth, and munched on lettuce as the trainer let us touch him. He swam back and forth in front of us a lot of times. His skin was rough and slimy. We were with the dolphins probably close to 30 minutes and the manatee about 10 minutes. |
The trainer was giving the dolphins lots of fish treats, and a pack of seagulls and one pesky pelican joined in on the snacking, and this guy stood right above our heads toward the end of the dolphin experience. He didn't bother us but freaked Violet out pretty good.
The place closed at 4, and it was around 2:30. We decided to hop in the ocean with our snorkel gear and take advantage of seeing the reefs again. We stayed the whole time and left at 4:30. It was by far the best snorkeling of the trip yet. The sun shone bright so we could see well. There was tons of coral, big bright fans, brains, those tubes (sorry, don't know the names!), tons of interesting looking fish, and a stingray. We seem to float so well in the sea water, not trying at all to "stay at the top", but you do feel tired after awhile. It is hard to stay together, so keeping track of everyone was a bit of a challenge. It's funny to try communicate while out there with your noses and mouths tied up. "Look at that!" becomes "wook-a-kat!"
We left tired, hungry, exhausted, but really happy. Everybody loved that adventure and we felt it was money well spent.
Instead we ended up at a placed called "Sabores y Colores de Cozumel" and it. was. amazing. |
The owner's dog Lucho was roaming around and our kids quickly made friends and wanted to keep him. |
Calvin's beef tacos. He inhales his food! |
This is Sabores y Colores de Cozumel |
We decided to take in the feel of night life, so we walked around downtown San Miguel. There was still Christmas music playing, Feliz Navidad everywhere, and interesting cars to see. |
We searched for a place to get ice cream, and 4 searches later, found a place. Violet fell in love with their mango ice cream. |
Back at our condo, kids were determined to stay up past midnight to bring in the near year. Violet and Vanessa played war. |
Eli and Calvin played checkers. |
Friday, January 1, 2021
The morning was slow-going. I didn't sleep all that well from 3-5 am, a lot of tossing and turning, getting up and walking around. I am not sure why. There is a lot of light in the room and I'm not used to that. I also realize how dependent I am on my body pillow to sleep comfortably and with out it I have a hard time getting comfortable.
Eli and Vanessa were up at 7:30! I know they went to bed after we did around 1am. Calvin and Violet slept in until 11ish. Dave and I rolled out of bed around 9:30. I spent quite a bit of time blogging before greeting the family. Breakfast today was hash like normal (we can't get enough of that stuff!), breakfast sandwiches made with the last 2 english muffins and toast, bacon, cheese, orange juice, and some grapefruit and yogurt on the side.
Kids cleaned up areas of the condo, and Dave and I did a little research on the activities we planned to do and we packed up and headed out. We wanted to drive around the whole island, see the east side, see a light house, see some ancient ruins, and maybe snorkel.
Our plans often don't pan out exactly like we expect, and that is how today turned out. We DID end up driving around the entire island. We headed south, missed the lighthouse, but ended up at a beach near the south end of the island with a straw hut/drink bar. We didn't stay in the hut but rather were rather enamored and open-mouthed gaping at the OCEAN. The waves were enormous, loud, splashy, powerful, and the beach was a combination of amazingly crafted rocks, tide pools, and white sandy beaches. The rocks were formed and developed holes, so when the waves and water came rushing through them, the water shot out like geysers. The wind was roaring in tandem with the ocean so it felt as if we had to shout to communicate.
The kids stayed near the water and played with the waves rushing at them for what seemed like an hour. Dave and I found places to sit on round stones (coral?) and watched them and took pictures. When we felt like it was time to go, it was an adventure just leaving. All 4 had sand smeared in every crevice possible. There were no showers available, so our last ditch effort at leaving the beach somewhat clean enough to climb back in the car was to find a large calm tide pool and "rinse off". The boy had the most trouble. Over the course of many days in their swimsuits they have developed a bit of a "swimsuit rash" between their legs so they wore boxer undies under their suits to help prevent this. Well, there was sand in every layer possible. Eli ended up having to take everything off completely, wrapping up naked in a swim towel, and letting his undies and swimsuit hang out of the van windows (pinched shut) to flap dry in the wind as we drove to our next destination. The plan was to grab lunch somewhere and then go see the ruins. Or vice versa. We did make it to the ruins but they'd closed already, so we turned around to to back to the east coast of the island and had lunch at a place called Iguana's Cafe right near the ocean. The salt spray was almost flavoring our food.
trying to rinse the sand out |
we called this tide pool the hot tub...it was much warmer than the others! |
I almost forgot to mention this little dude Dave brought back for us to look at. His choice of shell is 5 stars in our opinion...very stylish for the times with the dots and stripes. |
he's about the size of a pencil eraser. No worries, we put him in a pool by our beach when we were done looking at him. |
wind down....after a long hot windy gorgeous satisfying day |
Saturday, January 2, 2021
Along the way walking from place to place, we found this huge hole in the ground with a tree growing out, or over it. I am not sure which. There appeared to be a cave underneath it, which the kids explored. It looked super cool. |
Dave found this cool flower. |
As we were leaving, this guy slithered out of a tree and caught our attention. The boys of course got as close as they could, chased it, and saw his fast it could move! |
Eli looooved the beef tacos. He can't believe how tender the meat was. |
We headed back to the pool to swim for awhile. We greeted some new neighbors we found out were from Colorado and it was their 5th time in Cozumel. They planned to do a lot of scuba diving.
This is us. Doing nothing. That bruise on my leg is from nailing it on the corner of the TV furniture going towards the door a day or two ago. |
I had wanted to go and photograph some hermit crabs at the shoreline a mile away that Eli and I found the day before, and realizing this was my only chance, we took it. Everyone hopped...err climbed rather...into our van/car thing and came along. Here are some pics of the cute little guys. I just love hermit crabs. All the pretty Pagoos. If you haven't read that book yet, please borrow it from me.
Dave starts writing at this point:
After a fun, adventurous, thrilling, multi-faceted family
adventure in Cozumel, Monday, January 4 had finally arrive – our departure
day. Our flight wasn’t scheduled to
depart until 5:07pm, however our VRBO required us to check-out by 10am. After sleeping in until 9-10 each day, that
seemed early! 😊 Rough life.
We had acquired a lot of stuff since arriving and hoped that our
encouragement to the kids to ‘pack lite’ on the way down would yield enough space for
everything. We had chosen to carry-on
all luggage, so that is what we were working with. We had acquired 4 sets of flippers, 4 pairs
of goggles, 4 snorkels, 3 large seashells, an ornament and numerous
tee-shirts. So, Sunday night we set to
packing – rearranging everything between suitcases. While the way down was about everyone having
their own suitcase, the way home was a communal packing effort. All the dirty laundry (not much of that…Maria
keeps our clothes washed!) in one suitcase, boys’ clean clothes and misc in one suitcase,
girls in another suitcase, you get the idea.
This yielded one empty suitcase for all the snorkeling gear and water
shoes – they all fit – BARELY…except for the two full face snorkel masks that
we brought…those had to find a different suitcase. And we had Eli’s suitcase still empty…so Dave
crammed all his clean clothes in there, the two large snorkel face masks and
some miscellaneous items. Maria is the
only one who maintained full content ownership of her personal suitcase. Hey, Mom’s get special privileges…she
deserved it! The seashells managed to
find various protective cocoons in the dirty close suitcase, along with the
ornament. Hoping they arrive unscathed!
So, Monday morning arrived.
We scarfed most of the various food items remaining – 3 egg omelet with
minced salami and left over peppers, onions and Colby cheese anyone? Yummy!!
Yogurts, crackers, cheese and salami, orange juice, cereal, popcorn…yup,
breakfast of champions! We did really
well, leaving behind very little save a hoard of unopened milk and a few
unopened quarts of orange juice (something was lost in translation when we
requested our initial groceries, as we ended up with no less than 8 quarts of
orange juice and as many…or more…of milk!
Add to that that the milk tasted different than we were used to and therefore
basically only got used on cereal, we had a lot of liquids left over! So, here’s to hoping the housekeeper found
value in those!:)). Out the door at the
stroke of 10 (AMAZING!)…but woops, forgot to sign out of Netflix on the TV…that
took an additional 10 minutes! (smart TVs are SLOW!). Okay…now to squeeze our 6 suitcases and 5
‘personal items’ into our mini-mobile…which would have been fine if we didn’t
have to fit 6 people as well! 😊 Some creative packing, shoving, tipping seats
forward, acrobatics by children climbing over suitcases and contortionist
try-outs and we were all in! Whew. The AC was blowing cold, too! For the last time, we backed out of our
teensy parking spot in our teensy people mover and hung a right onto the
road. We had come so far since a week
ago when we drove the wrong way down this road eliciting a disapproving glare
from an otherwise kind looking lady out for her morning walk. Americans…
We had some time to kill…what to do. We had to exchange a bracelet Violet had bought
that had broken (hoping for good favor with the vendor). We thought it was high time to indulge in
Starbucks coffee. So, downtown we went.
Downtown is hard to describe, but a shotgun approach is – a ramshackle
city (I MEAN ramshackle…and in the worst sense of the word) surrounded a
downtown area of fancy looking shops (at least until you got close and noticed
frequent states of disrepair – fancy in this culture is very different from
American fancy). Every sort of shop – in
storefronts, on bicycles, on folding tables, on the ground, on people’s backs,
in children’s hands – yes…all shops of various sorts. The owners of which attempted to gain your
attention in a range of ways. Ranging
from the more proper shops where no one called to you to enter…just calmly
informed you of their 50% off deals.
These shops wouldn’t bargain much, yet had the nicest merchandise (at
great prices) and largest variety. The
other end of the spectrum was intimidating, persistent, rough looking men
constantly calling for your attention, advertising their wares, appealing to
you in every which way they could verbally, and giving you the general sense to
pull your children close and hustle along.
And in the ‘middle ground’ of these shops were children selling fake
hand-made flowers, honest craftsmen selling wares they personally had made or
found (shells), and even a store with a team of three (or shall I say ‘cast’ of
three) with a coordinated song, dance and sales pitch that was charming,
impressive and annoying. Yes…constant,
all of it, everyone wanting your money, competing for your money, longing for
your money, needing your money in some cases, greedy for your money in other
cases, willing to steal your money in many cases. Oh Mexico.
All set against an epic seashore with more shades of aqua water than you
knew aqua came in, stretching to the horizon, and a graffitied shipwreck
tipping against the shore, and the ferry’s loading cars, and and and…so much!
So, we drove along this main street, feeling rather familiar by this point, if not confident. I (Dave) was driving and passed a generous parking spot foolishly. My intuition that anything looking available must certainly not be, keeping me from making the split second decision to turn into that (in hind sight) perfect parking spot near Starbucks. Dang…missed that. A few more blocks and there was an open spot close to a corner. Now, I had noticed that the curbs leading up to intersections generally only had scooters or nothing parked there. There were no signs explaining why or what you couldn’t do, other than no parking signs for M-F 8am to 5pm. So this large parking spot just before the intersection looked good. I noticed a red Dune buggy with a humorously affixed Ferrari sticker on the back just across the intersection similarly park to where my spot was on this side of the intersection. Must be legal (growing up in Chicago, you never feel at total peace when parking, always sure that you missed seeing that one sign banning parking in that spot and partly expecting to come back to a ticket, or worse, no car due to being towed…or stolen). And, with all our precious worldly travel goods vulnerably stored in this teensy glass adorned tin-can on display for the world, an even greater awareness of the risks at hand weighed on my mind as we parked. But…we had done this successfully many times before, so that balanced the concerns as we exited and locked the car. We hiked the 3-4 blocks back to Starbucks (passing all of the chaos between) and opened the door to a familiar waft (albeit through our mask ‘face adornments’)…a welcome, rich, exciting, lovely waft of fresh coffee. Oh Starbucks…thank you! After scoring various drinks and treats for the kids and Americano’s with steamed half-n-half for Maria and I, our palettes were lavished with delightful flavors, and the smell (thank you Lord for my nose!!). Lovely.
Ring ring. Alex, our
VRBO contact, is calling Maria via voice (a first) over WhatsApp. She hands me the phone to answer…but the App
is not having it. It is insisting that I
first approve using this App for a voice call, and for this and for that
and…very annoying. Call lost. Tried to call back. Finally, the app-gods (lower case g) had been
appeased and when Alex called again, I was able to answer. Alex asks with some urgency – where is your
car? He had helped arrange our rental
car and was a go-between with the company.
Assuming he was confused on when we needed to return it, I answer, with
some irritation, “It is with us…we don’t fly out until 5 o’clock.” Through pretty good, but still broken and
heavily accented, English, he asks where we are parked. And then, the details are a bit blurry as he
tells me ‘Jew are barked eeleegalee. Da
police…day are go-eeng to tow eet.’ I
ask – can you ask them to wait – or do I need to run now? He says ‘you need to RUN’ Panic, adrenaline, all worst case scenarios
surge through my mind as I leap up in an uncoordinated fashion mumbling what I could
muster to inform Maria I needed to RUN.
She managed to break my panic enough to get me to hand her phone back to
her. I sprinted out the door, to the
right, past the blind-to-me vendors and quickly found the tourists would never
let me move fast enough…all the while envisioning the car towed, our stuff
stolen, who knows. But this was liking
running for a flight you might miss – every ounce of effort might be wasted,
but that 1 degree of extra effort might just be the tiny bit extra that enables you to
get there just in time. And…when you
don’t know…you just put it all out there to eliminate every chance you can of a
bad scenario. I quickly transition to
the street, taking my chances of getting run over, and pour on the speed. Now I was wearing my favorite shorts. Ever stretchy material that manages to keep
stuff in the pockets, look good with a t-shirt, be comfortable after over
eating, perfect for working out at the gym – yeah…awesome shorts! Except when frantically running with a heavy
phone in your pocket…because the pocket can stretch down below the lower edge of
the shorts, due to the heavy phone, and then start its own wild dance as it twists and bounces about
like a heavy punching balloon that has lost its mind, jubilant to no limit, that
it is about to earn its freedom and escape.
Surely this looked silly. It is
funny things like this that break through sheer adrenaline fueled moments of
exertion “your phone is bouncing about like crazy and probably looks very silly
and may just break through the pocket…you better control that.” And so my hand, skillfullly removes the phone
from my pocket, after untwisting my pocket, and secures it for maximum
velocity. Of course, all of this
happened in about 1/10th of a second while running full bore and not pausing or slowing, but played out in slow
motion in my mind. But the phone secured in my hand allowed my full focus on
RUNNING! Go, push, faster, that car has
everything, these police are crooked.
I’m sure I prayed as well. Maybe
like Nehemiah’s prayer as he approached the king. 😊
As I got closer the scene started to come into view. I could see our car…right where I left
it. No tow truck. Whew…good start. There was a police officer directing traffic
in the middle of the intersection. Interesting.
There was a police officer by my car.
I finally arrive frantically trying to apologize and explain all at
once, in the wrong language…which they probably understood just fine but didn’t
let on. The guy on the sidewalk starts
to explain that cars can’t park within 10 meters of an intersection because it
obstructs the view of cars turning into the intersection. This was with talented charades illustrating
such. He refers to his boss in the
intersection, who I now see is holding the front license place to my car. He starts to explain that the car across the
intersection (you know the one with the Ferrari sticker that helped ensure me
that I was picking a legal parking spot) was being towed along with my car. He notes that the tow truck is on the way
already. He explains that my car will be
towed and it will cost at least 2,500 pesos to get it back, and started talking
about a penalty for parking in that spot and I got the sense that costs could
climb. I also envisioned greedy police
officers and tow-truck drivers in cahoots prying through our stuff taking what
they wanted. No Bueno!! Nada!
I repeated my apologies, emphasized my innocence and
ignorance. I did this with Google
translate, providing apparently understandable pleas (cool! Like talking in tongues!). He asked when we were flying out…I informed
him today at 5. His boss came over, I
effused some more. I asked – can’t I pay
the ticket now and we avoid the towing?
I mean…we’re here now, let’s work this out. I have $600 pesos. I was thankful to note the reception – the
fact that there was a reception at all.
He had to talk to his boss. They
convened, discussed (did I see greed flash through their eyes?). Hucksters.
Shop keepers, cops…greedy hucksters.
He comes back over and informs me…we can work this out. I must not go to the police station, I must
tell no one…nothing happened, they will forget it. All for the fee of 1,500 pesos. I only have 600, I say. He proceeds to point me to nearby ATMs. I see…ok...no deal.
Well, this is a direct path from stuck to unstuck. I book it to the nearest ATM. It is hard to do math when adrenaline is
pumping! I’ve never had a harder time
figuring out how many more pesos I needed to obtain to make 600 into 1,500! After a couple minutes I figured it out…paid
the fees, got the cash and booked it back.
The tow truck had showed up and was towing the red dune buggy with the
Ferrari sticker. I’m guessing this was
their ‘out’ – they had called the tow truck and didn’t need to send it away empty
if they let me off the hook, as they had another car they could tow.
He motioned for me to get in the car. He had my license plate in his hand. I got in.
What next? He stood outside the passenger
window, so I rolled it down. He leaned
in. His prying eyes inspecting what was
in my vehicle, as if determining if he might add to his booty with anything
else he fancied. Thankfully my laptop
bag was under a sweatshirt and out of sight.
I pulled the stack of pesos out and he motioned in a downward waving
motion while he said urgently in a loud whisper…low, low…keep it low. He repeated that again…clearly this was not
to be seen. I counted out the pesos and
handed them over. He counted them, then
explained that I was to drive a couple blocks before stopping to put my front
plate back on. He then placed the
license plate on the front seat, backed out of my window and motioned me into
traffic. Wow. I drove a couple blocks, turned, drove a
couple more. Pulled over in a run down
area and by hand screwed the plate back onto the front the best I could. It was good enough to keep it from falling
off. Thank you Lord! Wow…so thankful!!
I called Maria and let her know I was coming to pick her up. Soon, my family was piling into the car with
excited questions and wonder. That was
a story to share! And, their innocence was
tainted a bit to learn about the concept of crooked police. If a police officer was willing to break the
law to serve his own desires in this case…what about in other cases? One really is never safe. Between police cars driving by, Mexican
national guard walking into Starbucks to order coffee with machine guns (as Maria and the kids witnessed in my absence), marina
military personnel driving around with machine guns...and after that incident and realizing the corruptness
of government and the potential for just about anything to happen at the hand
of pretty much anyone, I was ready to go home.
The sunshine was dimmed a bit – a little trauma event endured. But, my God is bigger and He provided and
protected. An answer to prayer. Thank you Lord.
End of Dave's commentary.
Hello Maria:
ReplyDeleteI am here with Mother Rowena and read through all of the two days of narrative at my PC and the pictures were larger with the browser magnified 150%. I had just happened to listen to a PODCAST from the WSJ on communicating with Dolphins. They explained that they are using Artificial Intelligence to decode the sirens squeaks of the dolphins, and machine learned their signals to come and eat. The dolphins can choose from a menu of responses on a underwater template on what they react to. So the point of the podcast was to show how AI is miles ahead of interpretation, much like our voices are read in a voice mail, to decode dolphin signals. They also explained in the podcast that the dolphin, as intelligent as the appear, are just programmed genetically, and that it takes human mind to put together complex responses and detailed meanings. Well, anyway, dolphins are not responsible - we are accountable to God. By the time you read all that::: Now to say that Mother Row had a presentation type dinner served with Allan W in our dining room. She - Joanne - put no limit on details and preparation. We had a nice talk afterward. Like sitting down at 1:30 and getting up at 4:30!! We talked about all sorts of things, childhood memories, and topics of interest to all of us together, including Israel, Nashua days. Michelangelo's Pieta, Mother Row's 1980 Harbin China account, and my rendition of home testing for active virus shedding. Joanne read a poem about 2020, that said, Now it used to be the adults would tell their kids to be home early, and now the kids are catching their adults sneaking out at night!! One thing you can probably find this on FB.
I had a monster muscle beach workout on Thursday, I should put on my LAMARCHE BEACH TSHIRT Dave got me.
One thing to mention, is that Mother Row drove her OWN Buick to Mason City today and I sat in the passenger seat. Ya know, she doesn't like a back seat driver anymore than anyone else! She drove without mistakes!
(That is the BUICK that Joanne and I drove back from MSP in a snow storm last February, and it was top performance in the bad weather.)
For dinner we had meatballs, mashed potatoes, brussels sprouts, frozen white salad on a big leaf, and Mother Row brought a purple cabbage and a homemade Lemon Pie (Al's favorite.) Then coffee, of course. Love DAD
thanks for the note, dad!
ReplyDelete-Maria
DeleteMany wows for all of your new adventures you guys! Love the pics and stories! Mom
ReplyDeleteJust read the narrative and thanks for doing this.
ReplyDeleteIt would be a rugged life to survive there without the civilization - water food shelter. Love DAD
Oh yes, baking soda. %&*^#$ I dunno about that trick! Well who is to say, it worked huh. I can hardly restrain myself to tell you about the nutrition things I have been reading from the Agriculture Department's publication. Yet I am restrained and will hold my peace. I have tried quite a few carbs myself lately! but no baking soda yet! I have tried to help my mom yesterday with her computer passcodes. The day of finger print or face recognition would be really nice for her. We have beautiful sunshine and two days of flocked trees. Mom's puzzle needs one bright kiddo to help her finish: hint. Love DAD
ReplyDeleteDear Dave and Maria,
ReplyDeleteThe effort to journal your family trip is VERY MUCH APPRECIATED thank you for sharing and we really mean that! You are all having such a great trip! Looking forward to see you soon.
We will pray for a safe tomorrow and safe return.
Love,
Mom & Dad
Wow that was an "adventure"~ Seems that Starbucks was like bate for the crooked "cops" to get some $! I bet someone had their eye on you all of the time to take advantage. Maybe not, but your ability to make a deal saved the day. Good job. Daddy Jon can tell you how our car was towed while in Spain because we parked it in the way of an upcoming parade...who was to know!??? Grandpa Joe had to pay to get it back, of course. Anyway, a good reminder to be vigilant when in other countries and soon in our own.
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear you're all home safe. What a WONDERFUL trip!!!
Joanne
I read and read it again this morning. I have had our car towed once in Spain and my car stolen once in Italy on different occasions.
ReplyDeleteWow!!! All such an incredible narrative of your trip! I love LOVE seeing the pictures and faces of pure joy. Things said in the moment, fun discoveries - I'm so glad you went back and got pics of the hermit crabs! The Italian meal after - what, 7 days of tacos??? Dave!!!!!!! Oh my goodness what a fright!! You are such a descriptive writer, hilarious!! Honestly what is a trip without a good scare or a proper taste of being truly foreign. That was a good one. I can't believe they take OFF the license plate!? How much did that "fine" cost you in American dollars? I am so amazed at all the family friendly things you got to do and all of the fun discoveries. This trip will go down in history for these kids - I can tell they loved it to the MAX! SO MUCH swimming!! Wow! I appreciate you all sharing it all. Remarkable trip.
ReplyDelete