Well, it is week two here in San Felipe and today is COLD - like 60 degrees cold. Oh how that makes me giggle knowing it snowed again in Portland this week. But seriously, we have heaters on in the house here. We've been inside all day doing origami and paper airplanes and staring at our aquarium we've put everything from the tidepools in. We even have a baby octopus in there that ate a tiny craby last night. "That was so awesome" says Phelan.
I wish I had something exciting to tell you about what we do down here but really, it's not that exciting and yet, it is. We eat oatmeal for breakfast after watching the sunrise over the water - every morning. I'm confused by that because it seems like I'm looking south when the sun rises but I know that it cannot be and it is east. So much for that geography degree helping in my inabled spatial awareness. We hang out on the deck for most of the morning watching the ocean and picking through the tidepools. When we get ansy, we talk about possibly doing something. About half the time we do something and half the time we widdle the day away with reading, playing in the sand. The other day all the boys, including the big one, had a massive army fight in a giant bunker they made on the beach. They had their swimsuits on and sat in a hole in the sand, when big waves would come, they had to retreat into the bunker with their army guys ($1 store purchase on the way down). They were having so much fun. We watch the shrimp boats come in, we make food, we shop for food, we eat at the different taco stands. One thing we do every single day is go to a different panaderia. Our favorite one has apple fritters but another one has cinnamon sugary long things. Today though I got cabin fever. I ended up driving around to all the different campos to check out houses that gringos have built and locals. There are a lot of retirees down here and they build these giant houses that look like Arizona. It's a little weird but I suppose you get more for your buck.
Right now Steve is playing this game with the boys that we found in our campo. I don't know if I understand it but there is a stand made of PVC pipes and then there are a bunch of golf balls on strings. You apparently throw the golf balls towards the stand and try to get them to land on it. OK, that's it. Our luxury Mexico trip - sitting on our butts, playing in the sand, eating tacos and baked goods. This is why we don't have much to say. Here's a picture of the kid's favorite toy. Yes, it is an ice grabber for cocktails or in our house, a spaceship. Nice toy, eh. Only the best for mis hijos.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
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The game your playing is called (well it has about a thousand names) Holly Balls or Blungo. We usually play it so that each rung has an assigned number of points and you are trying to get to a certain number without going over. So its all about the right combination of rungs. There is also usually a drinking game element, but that might now work with your crowd. :)
The drinking part should still work because apparently Steve and I now let our kids drink orange Fanta. I'm not sure when that bridge was crossed but it has a little something to do with the water, I'm sure. We'll just switch it, whomever gets the right score, gets some orange Fanta.
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