Well- we got back from Mexico. And it was great. It is always great to just sit and read and swim. And more importantly to be with the boys. Coen swam by himself underwater for the first time. When asked what his favorite part was he said "swimming" and what he didn't like he said "walking" or as Alma called it the daily death march. Beckett got pretty bad blisters on the first few days so his dad had to carry him for most of the death marches. Beckett said his favorite thing was the food and he didn't like the fish. Which was confusing to me because he ate a ton of fish. And then he let us know that it was the koi in the lilly pond. When we bought our tickets the lady warned the boys not to stick their fingers in the pond. We never saw any of the koi but it must have made an impression on the little guy. Thinking about it I don't think he would go by the edge while we were looking at the lilly pads. I think my favorite part was the food too. And my day at the spa. On of the nice things about the spa when the lady doesn't speak English. It relieves me of the compulsion to feel like I have to chat. Here are some pictures.

This is what we did the first night and every night thereafter.

Isn't he just darling?

Sadly, the Malacon closed the second day we were there.

Isn't this a lovely church?

In the center of town right before the "cathedral" there was a live band playing traditional music and many couples gathered to dance. I loved it.

Some scenes from the Malacon the night we went before it closed.

My favorite thing was when we took the bus an hour south to these great botanical gardens. Did I tell you Beckett loved the buses. The older and shakier the better. The ride to Wal-Mart was his favorite. He would scream and wave his arms in the air like it was a roller coaster.

Scenes from some of the death marches.