There is no pavement or grass anywhere, just sand. The children, chickens, pigs and trash all share the sand around us. The children giggled at Stuart in the hammock, fast asleep!This pig wandered back and forth, between the water dripping at a palapa next door, and the trash pile burning behind the hotel.
After lunch, I tore out the last few unused pages of my paper journal, my mapa de libre, and Fatima (the five year old) called her friends over. She found a few stray crayons, I spread my pencils and water color crayons on a table, and we spent the afternoon drawing and laughing. A few more kids showed up, and Celia found some shelf paper in her kitchen, it had one waxy side and one lined, paper side, and everyone had paper. We drew maps and flowers and people, and everyone encouraged everyone else. It was a perfectly perfect afternoon, and the kids laughed and lined up for multiple hugs when all the coloring was done. Victor, the 12-year old insisted that they all give me their drawings...I wanted them to give them to their mothers, but he insisted. He's the luggage-carrying kid from our arrival, and, we learned he's Alex and Celia's youngest son.
Afterwards, they begged for a walk on the playa. I think they don't get spend much time swimming in the ocean, maybe it's too familiar.
The boys clowned for this photo, and the girls rolled their eyes at their silliness. Bremner is standing, the two small boys lying in the sand are his brothers.
One more, more sedate, photo on the beach.
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