Dear Kurt,
It was st. Patrick's day.
Do
People celebrate St. Patrick's day In Mexico? They must because the
trap you and Brooklyn set last night had fallen and there was candy all
over the table this morning.
It was also the Hawkins and our turn to cook breakfast. We made breakfast burritos and pancakes.
Soon enough we were all dressed in our swim suits and spending our final hours at the beach.
We
sat and talked, we played in the sand, you and I chased each other
around, you messed with the kids by constantly knocking them off the
paddle board, and of course there was frisbee.
We
really soaked in the sun and the salty breeze, memorized the way the
sand and the ocean felt on our toes. We could feel the weight of real
life baring down on us.
And like that, it was
time to pack up our stuff. We headed back to the house and like busy
bees ran around the house gathering and cleaning and tossing stuff in
our cars.
It was lunchtime when we pulled away
from our beach house. So we headed to town for another meal at our
favorite new place, Lucas' chicken shack.
After
one last group photo we jumped in our cars and made our way towards the
border. USA here we come. Except we had an emergency bathroom break in
Mexico's border town and we witnessed some guy get frisked by two
Mexican cops with giant guns not three feet in front of our car.
After that, we crossed the border without any issues and got home just in time for Kurt to run off to work.
If
I had to sum up our Mexico trip in one word it would be carefree. We
spent four days without time or obligations or routines. We sat on the
beach all day and explored when we were bored and went to town when we
were hungry. The company was amazing and the good times rolled.
Thanks for taking us! I love you.
Sincerely, Lori
