Paradise

We moved from Eli's sailboat, which was such fun, and a real adventure, to the Pueblo Bonito Emerald Bay resort on Monday...where we have enjoyed beautiful views and amazing pools. They have good food and really great service here, so it's a different experience from the first part of our vacation. I loved both. We go home day after tomorrow, and most of us ready to go home. I definitely love vacation the most. I do love my home, but if my family is near I can be happy on vacation indefinitely. I like the travel, the sights, the activities, and the lack of schedule. Everyone else here is starting to feel 'unproductive'...but not me:-)

While I was sitting here typing, the people next to me were all turned around to gawk near me...and I wondered what was up...I looked over, underneath the chair next to me and saw a gigantic (it seemed to me...the pics I took and will post when I get home will probably prove me wrong) iguana. It seemed to see me too at the same time, and came a little closer for a look then jumped onto a nearby planter. I took a series of photos and boogied thinking that if it could jump that planter, it may be able to jump over to me. A closer than desired encounter for me. I can't speak for the iguana.

One reason I m so content, I am convinced, is that via Skype (this is a plug) we have been able to keep in touch with Sarra, Eli and our grandchildren the whole time we've been away. I have my phone messages forwarded to my email, and I received a message from Jane last night, who knows that we are on vacation in Mexico but left a message for us anyway, saying to call her...so because of the wonderlove of Skype, we could, and did! I dialed the house and Jacob answered and he knew it was Grammie right away. What a lovable little gush...I could hear him tell 'Char' that Grammie was on the phone. I love the children, and those smartie pants at Skype.

Man Overboard....

Or more accurately, man pulled out to sea in a rip tide...Dad some how ended up waaay out there where a rip tide took him on his boogie board. He had to be rescued by Life Guards who were already on their way out there to help a young child in trouble...then they found dad there too. They asked him what he was doing, in Spanish, and he said he didn't know. They informed him that you couldn't really boogie board out there...something he was painfully aware of. They hauled them both in to safety, the boy on Dad's boogie board, and Dad on a rope. Whew. My board had been ripped off my arm by a huge wave and so I had to go all the way to shore to retrieve it, by the time I got back out to the wave line, I couldn't find Dad anywhere. I was looking all over, also the shoreline, wondering if he'd gone back to lay out in the sun. I saw a kerfuffle out on the horizon, but I thought there was no way Dad would be out there since he bugs me if I go in past my chest.

Mark and Eli were out all day on surf boards, and the rest of us played on boogie boards all day. It was HOT today, and I have pictures to prove that this HOLY WEEK - as it is called here, brought every single Mexican in the region tot he beach. It is the single most loud place I have EVER witnessed in my life. The traffico was loco...I mean unbelievable, with people literally hanging from the front, back, top side of cars and trucks and ATV's etc. and music blasting from every speaker possible. The beach was an endless wave of umbrellas, and undulating humanity. It's fun and exciting, and interesting. I love Mexico, with it's happy, colorful and friendly inhabitants. Thank goodness Dad was rescued by a really great Mexican life guard, on his toes. A blessing on Easter weekend. We are going to try to attend church tomorrow, gathering what we can in spanish.