The sun bled through our portlight window similarly to Max’s toe on the dance floor the night prior. I still couldn’t...
It’s the Circle of Life… or Maybe It’s Just Marissa Hula Hooping
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The sun bled through our portlight window similarly to Max’s toe on the dance floor the night prior. I still couldn’t...
Hola, Yelapa The morning sunlight poured through our stateroom portlight while the smell of burning coconut husks...
Our Own Slice of Paradise We had been anchored in Banderas Bay for a month and had settled into a routine: wake up, go...