16 March 2012 | Barra
Today we left the boat earlier than usual and took the water taxi into Barra to spend the morning at the beach. Our favourite little spot is right on the sand in front of Marlena's restaurant. From there we have a full view of the bay from the Grand Bay Hotel and the lagoon entrance all the way round to Melaque. We were set up with the sand toys and beach chairs before Marlena's even got their umbrellas up. But, by that time it was 11am which in Mexico is not too early for Cervezas! I'd love to tell you that the kids played quietly on the sand at our feet while Jeff and I soaked up the sunshine and relaxed but the reality is that every minute we spent on that beach one of us was assisting Mo.
Being a toddler is hard work! First, we thought diaper on/ shirt on/ hat on would be a good combo which lasted 10 seconds until she threw herself into the ocean and tried to drag her sopping heavy diaper back up the beach. Diaper off/ Shirt on/ Hat on until she buried herself in the sand and got it up her shirt. Hat didn't last long after that. Shirt Off. Sand Everywhere. Then the food arrived and we just weren't fast enough to stop little sandy hands digging into the plate of fries, so now we all have sand in our mouths. One great thing about being a toddler is that it's okay to drop a half eaten french fry in the sand and pick it up again - it's all a learning process. For Jeff and I it's exhausting fun to spend that much time with her watching her play and learn.
Back on the boat Jeff took Carden up to the hotel pool while Mo pretended to nap and I made myself some bracelets.
Did she just say she is "making bracelets?" Yup! One of the fantastic things about being down here is that I am forced to relax. At home if I'm not working or housekeeping I can find a million constructive things to do to stop me from relaxing but on the boat in Mexico my choices are limited. If I don't want to fix something that's broken (and on a boat there's always a varied choice) I can either read or.... relax. There's no internet, no laundry (we send it out), no paperwork, no errands. So I have been making bracelets. My only worry for those 3 hours is to get the beads cleaned up and put away before The Big Mo wakes up and starts hucking them all over the place. She did that this morning; she looked me right in the eye and chucked the whole container up in the air and then stared at me to see my reaction as thousands of little beads of all shapes and sizes bounced their way into our bilges. As I was picking little beads up from all over our bunk Carden was on deck getting his sand toys out of the aft locker. He dumped the water out of the buckets right over the aft bunk porthole and I got a cold shower of seawater on my head. I had a vision of my mum in my head laughing something about "payback"?