...and tucked in their beds. All worn out, all sun-kissed, all glad to be home.
Sun, sand, cerveza.
Beautiful weather, interesting people to watch, ocean breezes to blow away our cares.
Dawn on the balcony. Shadows on the sand morph into shapes: umbrella, chair, shell seeker.
Small beings tumbled together on the bed like puppies, slowly awakening. Wandering to my side.
Busy days begin. Running feet get moving. Voices rise like the gusty wind.
On your mark, get set, go go go and don't stop until night comes, the sun has set and your parents are dropping where they stand. Life in motion.
Home again, home again, lickety-split.
Photos coming tomorrow for all the good boys and girls in blogville.