
90 percent of my vacation looked like this, with a taco and/or drink in hand, or Santiago in my arms.

Leti was a baby hog the whole trip. I told here that is fine, as long as she changes all his diapers. And she did.

Ok, sometimes we had a little activity. Chamberlains/DeLaRosas/DelCastillos/Arriagas v. Mexico.

More food. At lunch the special was a kilo of shrimp in your choice of saucer. I'll take that. I had to call in reinforcements from the beach to help me finish.

Exactly thirty minutes later, more swimming.

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