I would like to say something clever here, but to be honest, the movie kind of speaks for itself. Enjoy!
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Windy Day in Mexico!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
El Tajin- The Ruins
After watching the sky dancers for some time we entered the great city of El Tajin! What an amazing adventure!
I was awestruck and humbled by the beauty of this magnificent place. You know when you see pictures of other people at ruins like these ones and you think to yourself, “Someday I will go to a place like that.”? This is the type of mystic land that I used to only dream about exploring! Even now I have a hard time believing that I was actually there.
The day couldn’t have been any more perfect. It had been threatening to rain in the morning and only started to slightly drizzle while we were amongst the towering ruins. The light raindrops kept things cool and colors vivid.
As I roamed the ancient city of Tajin, the Book of Mormon stories, that have been taught to me since I was a child, started to come to life. I could picture people gathering, commercializing, preaching, and playing games. I began to visualize leaders orating, mothers caretaking, children scampering, lawyers convincing, and warriors defending. I felt like my eyes were opened to a whole new way of life. This day for me was a life-like journey back to the days of the Nephites and the Lamanites.
The intricacies of each and every stone was astounding to the eye; the symbols and etchings- genius. How these feats were ever accomplished without the modern tools that we enjoy today will remain a theory and a mystery.
One particular example of the capacity of this former people is the Pyramid of the Niches. This pyramid contains exactly 365 niches or windows representing the solar year. The most spectacular thing for me was the size of this building. Isn’t it gorgeous?
In each adventure lies mini-adventures. El Tajin was no different for me. At one point during our meanderings we saw the backside of a pyramid that had not been fully excavated. It just looked like a big green grassy hill. Looking around and not seeing any signs telling me not to climb, I took the invitation. I even asked two other people if they saw any signs; their responses gave me the go (One of them even climbed with me). I got to the top and took some great pictures and enjoyed a beautiful view. At the bottom of the ruin a lady passed by and told our friend at the bottom what bad people we are and kept walking. I was curious why she was so angry. We snapped a few more pictures and made our way down. We started to walk back to the front of the park and right at that moment we saw the sign. “Please do not climb.” I felt so guilty! We really didn’t see the sign! Now I am certain that this picture must be shown.
Now that you’ve seen my pictures you too can say to yourself, “Someday I’ll go to a place like that.” And you will!
I was awestruck and humbled by the beauty of this magnificent place. You know when you see pictures of other people at ruins like these ones and you think to yourself, “Someday I will go to a place like that.”? This is the type of mystic land that I used to only dream about exploring! Even now I have a hard time believing that I was actually there.
The day couldn’t have been any more perfect. It had been threatening to rain in the morning and only started to slightly drizzle while we were amongst the towering ruins. The light raindrops kept things cool and colors vivid.
As I roamed the ancient city of Tajin, the Book of Mormon stories, that have been taught to me since I was a child, started to come to life. I could picture people gathering, commercializing, preaching, and playing games. I began to visualize leaders orating, mothers caretaking, children scampering, lawyers convincing, and warriors defending. I felt like my eyes were opened to a whole new way of life. This day for me was a life-like journey back to the days of the Nephites and the Lamanites.
The intricacies of each and every stone was astounding to the eye; the symbols and etchings- genius. How these feats were ever accomplished without the modern tools that we enjoy today will remain a theory and a mystery.
One particular example of the capacity of this former people is the Pyramid of the Niches. This pyramid contains exactly 365 niches or windows representing the solar year. The most spectacular thing for me was the size of this building. Isn’t it gorgeous?
In each adventure lies mini-adventures. El Tajin was no different for me. At one point during our meanderings we saw the backside of a pyramid that had not been fully excavated. It just looked like a big green grassy hill. Looking around and not seeing any signs telling me not to climb, I took the invitation. I even asked two other people if they saw any signs; their responses gave me the go (One of them even climbed with me). I got to the top and took some great pictures and enjoyed a beautiful view. At the bottom of the ruin a lady passed by and told our friend at the bottom what bad people we are and kept walking. I was curious why she was so angry. We snapped a few more pictures and made our way down. We started to walk back to the front of the park and right at that moment we saw the sign. “Please do not climb.” I felt so guilty! We really didn’t see the sign! Now I am certain that this picture must be shown.
Now that you’ve seen my pictures you too can say to yourself, “Someday I’ll go to a place like that.” And you will!
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
El Tajin- The Sky Dancers!
Upon arriving at the park we were quickly pushed out of the car and told to run because the big show was about to start. They only do this every half hour so it’s kind of a big deal you know. So we are all at a dead sprint to make sure and make it time for the twenty minute flute and drum ensemble. Ladies and gentlement! For your veiwing pleasure… The Drumming and Flute dancing man!
So basically there are four guys up there sitting on that square. They are all roped in for the next big routine. The really crazy part is that the guy playing the flute and drum isn’t strapped in at all. He just stands on the pole and every once in a while he gets all crazy-like and jumps up and down and stuff. Don’t try that at home… jumping up and down on top of a fifty foot pole while playing a flute and drum. Talk about dangerous. So as exciting as this was, it gets better! The dancers started to dance! And again, all I could think of was my viewers back home. So for you my friends, I made this little video. Please enjoy… the sky pole dancers… of EL TAJIN!
Now I know what you’re all thinking because I was thinking the same thing. “That’s it?” “Aren’t they gonna do any cool tricks or something?” “Why would anybody ever do something like this?”
Well, I’ve matured quite a lot since January 30th and now I know the facts. The four dancers are supposed to make a full 13 turns before reaching the ground. If you times 13 by 4 you get 52, or the number of years in the Totonac century. The chief or dancing, fluting, drumming man represents the sun God whilst the four swinging dancers represent the suns rays coming down to fertilize the earth. It’s actually one of the most important Totonac rituals. Pretty interesting. I’m glad I saw it.
So basically there are four guys up there sitting on that square. They are all roped in for the next big routine. The really crazy part is that the guy playing the flute and drum isn’t strapped in at all. He just stands on the pole and every once in a while he gets all crazy-like and jumps up and down and stuff. Don’t try that at home… jumping up and down on top of a fifty foot pole while playing a flute and drum. Talk about dangerous. So as exciting as this was, it gets better! The dancers started to dance! And again, all I could think of was my viewers back home. So for you my friends, I made this little video. Please enjoy… the sky pole dancers… of EL TAJIN!
Now I know what you’re all thinking because I was thinking the same thing. “That’s it?” “Aren’t they gonna do any cool tricks or something?” “Why would anybody ever do something like this?”
Well, I’ve matured quite a lot since January 30th and now I know the facts. The four dancers are supposed to make a full 13 turns before reaching the ground. If you times 13 by 4 you get 52, or the number of years in the Totonac century. The chief or dancing, fluting, drumming man represents the sun God whilst the four swinging dancers represent the suns rays coming down to fertilize the earth. It’s actually one of the most important Totonac rituals. Pretty interesting. I’m glad I saw it.
Monday, February 22, 2010
El Tajin- The Butterfly
What a trip! This is a post that I’ve been wanting to make for quite some time now. Like Roca Partida, this was an experience that made my entire trip to Mexico worth it. We started the day at about 10:30 with a four hour car ride through some very amazing places. I am continually amazed by the beauty of this earth and the precious gift that God has given to us. I had a special experience at a pit stop on the way to our destination. A butterfly had landed on a small ledge and was moving it’s wings. I slowly moved my hand towards the butterfly and to my surprise it did not fly away.
I made a friend that day. This was a very simple but special experience for me. These are the memories that make life wonderful aren't they?
This trip will continue on another day...
I made a friend that day. This was a very simple but special experience for me. These are the memories that make life wonderful aren't they?
This trip will continue on another day...
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Unexpected Company
Checka Checka! The night that we got back from Roca Partida was the night we had an unexpected but very pleasant little guest come to visit our apartment. I was making some luggage adjustments when out he came. He was crawling upside down on the ceiling! Wow, I wish I could do that.
This is my gecko friend, Lex. Get this! He’s actually the cousin of the geicko gecko! Unbelievable! I felt like I was in the presence of a celebrity.
Can you see him up there? Up above my luggage? Tiny little guy! As much fun as it was to talk with him for a couple of minutes I eventually had to see him to the door. He overstayed his welcome and I needed to get some sleep.
Hard to see him there but he is almost directly in the palm of my hand. All of my boy scout skills came in handy to catch him. After the chase I took him out to a nice little elementary school playground to play with the children in the morning. I figured they could have fun together!
This is my gecko friend, Lex. Get this! He’s actually the cousin of the geicko gecko! Unbelievable! I felt like I was in the presence of a celebrity.
Can you see him up there? Up above my luggage? Tiny little guy! As much fun as it was to talk with him for a couple of minutes I eventually had to see him to the door. He overstayed his welcome and I needed to get some sleep.
Hard to see him there but he is almost directly in the palm of my hand. All of my boy scout skills came in handy to catch him. After the chase I took him out to a nice little elementary school playground to play with the children in the morning. I figured they could have fun together!
Monday, February 15, 2010
Roca Partida 3
Upon arriving back at the main beach we grabbed some sweet boogie boards and played in the waves. These were no ordinary boogie boards. These were boogie boards made for a purpose- to boogie! Nothing like the cheap little boogie that I bought when I first got here. It was incredible when I caught the wave just right and was taken all the way to the beach. What a rush! I can only imagine what it would be like to surf! I’d be worried that I would catch the addiction. So here you are… a couple of white boys with their boogies.
After a good time just us and the waves, we were called to a little table where we found a very pleasant sight.
These were the biggest shrimps that I personally have ever seen in real life! They were amazing! We dug in with our hands and peeled them as we ate. With just a touch of lime I felt as if I had entered into a different realm not far from heaven. What a life! A day in paradise. This is the life that one could only dream of. I thought things couldn’t get better until they brought out this plate of fish. Some of the best fish I’ve ever eaten.
So after some more eating goodness we wrapped things up, changed our clothes, and got in the car for the ride home. We made one more little side trip to a private lake where they raise fish. We got there at just the right time to take some beautiful pictures and enjoy the view.
One more…
If you look carefully near the bottom left corner of the above picture you can see the rings that they keep the fish in while they are growing large. Then they sell them, cook them, and put them on a plate for our taste buds’ leisure. We jumped back in the car for a trip and my body decided to take a nap. I was awaken by my friend Abril telling me we had arrived at the restaurant for our evening meal. Yep, one more seafood plate to blow one’s mind (shrimp, fish, squid, and crab all on one plate). AMAZING!
Well folks I think this wraps up my trip to Roca Partida. We came home well rested, well fed, and well entertained. I couldn’t have asked for a more wonderful day. This is Shawn… signing off for the evening and looking forward to more adventures (Which I have plenty more to write about!)
After a good time just us and the waves, we were called to a little table where we found a very pleasant sight.
These were the biggest shrimps that I personally have ever seen in real life! They were amazing! We dug in with our hands and peeled them as we ate. With just a touch of lime I felt as if I had entered into a different realm not far from heaven. What a life! A day in paradise. This is the life that one could only dream of. I thought things couldn’t get better until they brought out this plate of fish. Some of the best fish I’ve ever eaten.
So after some more eating goodness we wrapped things up, changed our clothes, and got in the car for the ride home. We made one more little side trip to a private lake where they raise fish. We got there at just the right time to take some beautiful pictures and enjoy the view.
One more…
If you look carefully near the bottom left corner of the above picture you can see the rings that they keep the fish in while they are growing large. Then they sell them, cook them, and put them on a plate for our taste buds’ leisure. We jumped back in the car for a trip and my body decided to take a nap. I was awaken by my friend Abril telling me we had arrived at the restaurant for our evening meal. Yep, one more seafood plate to blow one’s mind (shrimp, fish, squid, and crab all on one plate). AMAZING!
Well folks I think this wraps up my trip to Roca Partida. We came home well rested, well fed, and well entertained. I couldn’t have asked for a more wonderful day. This is Shawn… signing off for the evening and looking forward to more adventures (Which I have plenty more to write about!)
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Roca Partida Part 2 (Paparazzi)
The adventures of Roca Partida continue! As I remember we are still at THE ISLAND OF THE BIRDS!!! DUN DUN DUN! So we decided to get out the boat for a while and swim around. We needed to keep our sandles on because sharp rocks were all around us. We spent some time with our goggles swimming around and looking at the rocks, fish, and sea urchins. We are calmly swimming when this boat comes wildly splashing towards us. Imagine with me… A small boat like ours meant for about 6-8 people but this boat has like 15 people piled in and they are all screaming and wild! They all quickly realize that we are gringos and they all pull out their cameras, start taking pictures and saying, “hello” and, “how are you?'” in English. I think I know now what it feels like to be a celebrity and stalked by the paparazzi. At first, I kinda liked it… I felt special. But then, it got really annoying and I was happy when they drove off. Sadly, this is not the end of my paparazzi tail. More to come later in this blog. We jumped back in the boat after I had explored the island a bit and then drove away. Say goodbye to THE ISLAND OF THE BIRDS!!!
And now for some more scenery on the way to our next stopping point,
a lighthouse to keep us safe, and…
a private beach for our swimming and hiking leisure!
Well, I must admit that the beach wasn’t “private” until about 15 minutes after our arrival. Do you remember our paparazzi? Well, it seems that they had gotten to our private little beach before we did. Upon getting out of the boat we quickly made our way to the mountains to climb a trail and avoid the commotion. Of course the moment I get to the top of the ridge and turn to see an incredible view, I realize that I left my camera in the boat. That’s when I commenced as stealthily as possible back into enemy territory. I knew what I was getting myself into by going back to the boat, but the camera was worth it. I had nearly made it to the boat untouched and undisturbed (except for the fact that they were all staring at me like they’d never seen a gringo before), when a couple of teenage girls look at me with puppy-dog eyes and ask if they can take a picture with me. Well, you guessed it! I couldn’t say no to that display and so I obliged. That was my first mistake. The girls both through their arms around me in a very friendly manner and the very flamboyant (gay) guy started to take pictures of us. At this moment it was as if everyone else was invited and they formed this line to get pictures with the GRINGO!
I barely made it out alive and climbed back up the trail to get some pictures of my own.
Camm makes fun of me every time he sees this picture because of the way that my legs are positioned. We get a good laugh together. Take careful note that their are no people on the beach below.
That’s what I’m talking about… mad skills! Now you know why everyone wants to take my picture while I’m down here.
Remember how there are no people on the beach down below? The reason that there are no people on the beach below is because they had all followed us up the trail! At this point I was trying to avoid any more contact with my paparazzi friends but then I had one of those light bulb epiphany moments pop into my head. I said to myself, “Shawn, you’ve got to blog about all these funny people wanting to take your picture!” I thought that was a pretty great idea. But then the thought occurred to me that no one would ever believe my story unless I got a picture of them to prove it. I mean think about it, you haven’t seen any evidence that anything I’ve told you about the Mexican paparazzi is real! Ok folks, only for you and the sake of this blog I went back down and suffered some more pictures with our Mexican fan club. Here you go…
If you click the above picture and make it just a little bigger you will notice how awkwardly close those girls are next to me and I just noticed the flamboyant one one over from my right side (yeah, you can see him) is holding out his phone getting ready to take more pictures. AWKWARD!!!! For this picture alone I was then forced to take like three more afterwards. Such a difficult life being a gringo here in Mexico…
The fan club left and we enjoyed a nice little swim before I almost got my feet cut up on some corral. But that is a story that Mom’s who read their sons blogs don’t like to hear about. The key word is ALMOST got my feet cut up. It was a pleasant swim. We returned to the boat and then we were off, leaving our private little beach never to return. I miss that little beach…
Well, good thing for you is that the adventures of Roca Partida are not over! The sad part is that I’m done writing for the evening. Once again you will need to save time to read more about my adventures on another day!
TO BE CONTINUED…
And now for some more scenery on the way to our next stopping point,
a lighthouse to keep us safe, and…
a private beach for our swimming and hiking leisure!
Well, I must admit that the beach wasn’t “private” until about 15 minutes after our arrival. Do you remember our paparazzi? Well, it seems that they had gotten to our private little beach before we did. Upon getting out of the boat we quickly made our way to the mountains to climb a trail and avoid the commotion. Of course the moment I get to the top of the ridge and turn to see an incredible view, I realize that I left my camera in the boat. That’s when I commenced as stealthily as possible back into enemy territory. I knew what I was getting myself into by going back to the boat, but the camera was worth it. I had nearly made it to the boat untouched and undisturbed (except for the fact that they were all staring at me like they’d never seen a gringo before), when a couple of teenage girls look at me with puppy-dog eyes and ask if they can take a picture with me. Well, you guessed it! I couldn’t say no to that display and so I obliged. That was my first mistake. The girls both through their arms around me in a very friendly manner and the very flamboyant (gay) guy started to take pictures of us. At this moment it was as if everyone else was invited and they formed this line to get pictures with the GRINGO!
I barely made it out alive and climbed back up the trail to get some pictures of my own.
Camm makes fun of me every time he sees this picture because of the way that my legs are positioned. We get a good laugh together. Take careful note that their are no people on the beach below.
That’s what I’m talking about… mad skills! Now you know why everyone wants to take my picture while I’m down here.
Remember how there are no people on the beach down below? The reason that there are no people on the beach below is because they had all followed us up the trail! At this point I was trying to avoid any more contact with my paparazzi friends but then I had one of those light bulb epiphany moments pop into my head. I said to myself, “Shawn, you’ve got to blog about all these funny people wanting to take your picture!” I thought that was a pretty great idea. But then the thought occurred to me that no one would ever believe my story unless I got a picture of them to prove it. I mean think about it, you haven’t seen any evidence that anything I’ve told you about the Mexican paparazzi is real! Ok folks, only for you and the sake of this blog I went back down and suffered some more pictures with our Mexican fan club. Here you go…
If you click the above picture and make it just a little bigger you will notice how awkwardly close those girls are next to me and I just noticed the flamboyant one one over from my right side (yeah, you can see him) is holding out his phone getting ready to take more pictures. AWKWARD!!!! For this picture alone I was then forced to take like three more afterwards. Such a difficult life being a gringo here in Mexico…
The fan club left and we enjoyed a nice little swim before I almost got my feet cut up on some corral. But that is a story that Mom’s who read their sons blogs don’t like to hear about. The key word is ALMOST got my feet cut up. It was a pleasant swim. We returned to the boat and then we were off, leaving our private little beach never to return. I miss that little beach…
Well, good thing for you is that the adventures of Roca Partida are not over! The sad part is that I’m done writing for the evening. Once again you will need to save time to read more about my adventures on another day!
TO BE CONTINUED…
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Roca Partida
So what a day! Last Saturday was one of those days that you could rarely find in your dreams. I took a step from my real every day life and I feel like I stepped into paradise. I guess I will just have to tell you about it. I’ve decided to tell you the story through pictures. I remember before I came here my wonderful sister-in-law, Katie, told me the secret to a good blog… Quick entries are sometimes the best and lots of pictures. Today won’t be a quick entry but I’m going for lots of pictures.
This story starts two days ago. I was all by my lonesome in the classroom where we teach English. Janet (The woman in the picture above) walks in and says, “Alex would like to invite you and Camm to come with us on Saturday to Roca Partida!” Alex is Janet’s husband and the man on the left in the picture above. I had no clue where or what she was talking about but I understood we were being invited to go somewhere special by the way that she invited me. You know when someone gets that look of excitement in their eye? Yeah, Janet had it. I’ve also gotten to know her really well while I’ve been here (She’s my other boss) and I could just sense the anticipation. That’s the beginning of the story. Now to tell you about Roca Partida!
The drive out to Roca Partida was gorgeous! Green green green! Rolling hills just like the ones behind me in the picture above but even better! We drove for about two hours before arriving at the beach of ROCA PARTIDA.
As you can see on the map above it’s pretty much amazing. Alright, you might not believe me based on one big map but I’ll tell you what goes down at Roca Partida right now. I’ll refer to this map often, so pull it up in a second window or something.
We start our journey off at that beach on the upper left corner of the map. There are these massive birds flying around and I’m just like mesmerized by them as we helped the sailor guys get the boat out from the beach and into the water. Alex leans over and says, “Just wait until we get to the island. You’ll see tons more birds.” Then I took this picture out of excitement.
So we get in this boat and start riding out into the Gulf of Mexico. Look how excited everyone is!
One guy was in the back of the boat steering with the motor and another guy was in the front of the boat watching for danger. I’m positive that the guy from the back of the boat was the servant guy from the movie The Count of Monte Cristo.
So here we are just cruising along in this little motor boat and we enter into the world of pirates! My dream came true! I’ve always wanted to be a pirate and go searching for exotic treasures in caves and stuff. I even let out a growl and an Argh while in the cave.
So you can keep following our trail on the map if you so choose. We take a straight line course from the pirate cave to THE ISLAND OF THE BIRDS!!!! DUN DUN DUN! But before we get to the island you need to enjoy the scenery along the way.
And now for the ISLAND OF THE BIRDS! DUN DUN DUN! I honestly felt like we were entering into an ancient dinosaur world. We were approaching the teradactyle nesting grounds! I had to keep my guard up because at any moment I could have been carried away and ripped to pieces for teradactyle kiddie snacks. Ok, maybe I’m getting a little carried away but it was pretty awesome.
Can’t you see the terror on my face?
What will happen next in the adventure of Shawn at Roca Partida? Will he be eaten by Sharks? Will he drown in the depths of the sea? Or will he be attacked by wild savages and heroically survive? Well, you’ll just have to wait for the next entry to find out because I’m tired and this entry is getting long.
TO BE CONTINUED…
This story starts two days ago. I was all by my lonesome in the classroom where we teach English. Janet (The woman in the picture above) walks in and says, “Alex would like to invite you and Camm to come with us on Saturday to Roca Partida!” Alex is Janet’s husband and the man on the left in the picture above. I had no clue where or what she was talking about but I understood we were being invited to go somewhere special by the way that she invited me. You know when someone gets that look of excitement in their eye? Yeah, Janet had it. I’ve also gotten to know her really well while I’ve been here (She’s my other boss) and I could just sense the anticipation. That’s the beginning of the story. Now to tell you about Roca Partida!
The drive out to Roca Partida was gorgeous! Green green green! Rolling hills just like the ones behind me in the picture above but even better! We drove for about two hours before arriving at the beach of ROCA PARTIDA.
As you can see on the map above it’s pretty much amazing. Alright, you might not believe me based on one big map but I’ll tell you what goes down at Roca Partida right now. I’ll refer to this map often, so pull it up in a second window or something.
We start our journey off at that beach on the upper left corner of the map. There are these massive birds flying around and I’m just like mesmerized by them as we helped the sailor guys get the boat out from the beach and into the water. Alex leans over and says, “Just wait until we get to the island. You’ll see tons more birds.” Then I took this picture out of excitement.
So we get in this boat and start riding out into the Gulf of Mexico. Look how excited everyone is!
One guy was in the back of the boat steering with the motor and another guy was in the front of the boat watching for danger. I’m positive that the guy from the back of the boat was the servant guy from the movie The Count of Monte Cristo.
So here we are just cruising along in this little motor boat and we enter into the world of pirates! My dream came true! I’ve always wanted to be a pirate and go searching for exotic treasures in caves and stuff. I even let out a growl and an Argh while in the cave.
So you can keep following our trail on the map if you so choose. We take a straight line course from the pirate cave to THE ISLAND OF THE BIRDS!!!! DUN DUN DUN! But before we get to the island you need to enjoy the scenery along the way.
And now for the ISLAND OF THE BIRDS! DUN DUN DUN! I honestly felt like we were entering into an ancient dinosaur world. We were approaching the teradactyle nesting grounds! I had to keep my guard up because at any moment I could have been carried away and ripped to pieces for teradactyle kiddie snacks. Ok, maybe I’m getting a little carried away but it was pretty awesome.
Can’t you see the terror on my face?
What will happen next in the adventure of Shawn at Roca Partida? Will he be eaten by Sharks? Will he drown in the depths of the sea? Or will he be attacked by wild savages and heroically survive? Well, you’ll just have to wait for the next entry to find out because I’m tired and this entry is getting long.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Monday, February 1, 2010
At The Beach
When I’m home, the mountains are my refuge. I go there to ponder, to study, and to find inner peace. While in Veracruz, I have come to love the ocean. For now, the beach has taken the place of my mountains back home.
The other day, I was in the mood to do some thinking. I grabbed my Book of Mormon, my pen, and my journal and walked to the beach. I walked out onto a wave break and found a place to set my bottom for a while. I was amazed at the power and the beauty of nature. The ocean waves were powerful yet gentle. The wind was strong yet soothing. The sun was slowly setting but bright enough to allow for a read. Everything was just the way that it should be. What a gift we have been given by our Heavenly Father!
I have also come to love the beach for the playful opportunities that it provides. There is nothing like the feeling of a rushing wave power over you and envelope your body, or digging for sand dollars and sea shells, or making a sand castle just to watch the waves get past your protective wall and take it out to sea, or burying a friend in the sand for a while. I’ve had some fun times the past couple of weeks and look forward to making more memories.
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