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Day 2



This morning the guys went fishing off the pier while some of us girls went running on the beach and some went shopping.                                                                                                                                            I love the little shops with all the cute and trendy styles - most of my shopping for my shop was done in California. My granddaughters were having the time of their life grabbing their clothes and running to the fitting room to try them on and walking out to model them like it was their private fashion show. Unfortunately, I had to shut it down due to a 2 year old and the nightmare jogging stroller.(Don't think either one were made to be in stores) The guys came home empty handed, but we managed to come home with a few bags of new clothes and false eyelashes.

We hit the beach with boogie boards, sand toys, and several dry towels in case of another electronic emergency. We actually found a nice dry spot close to the road that I felt was a guarantee that we weren't going to have a wave flood us.                                                                                                                   The kids immediately met some nice boys that they played with the entire time. I was amazed and shocked how sweet these boy were - it's a rarity to see kids that have a generous and peaceful spirit these days.
Also, my oldest daughter and granddaughter spotted us on the beach while they were walking so that was a nice surprise!

As much as I love sitting on the beach in a chair designed for small children or midgets, staring at the ocean and listening to the waves; it's nice coming back to the condo, sitting in the courtyard and relaxing with a good glass of wine.(which is what I did)

Fishing Time!









Happy Monday!
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