The ducks weren’t feeling the bread we brought — but this lone duck was and the girls were so very pleased to feed him.
It was lovely.
Usually this part of the estuary is under water — but it wasn’t on Saturday. This made the girls very happy.
I think this playground equipment is not only from 1954, but it’s full of tetanus, too. Added perk.
I believe they were swinging for 45 minutes.
And this is what I will miss when we move:
The every-day-normallness of seeing palapas at the park.
(They’re normally swimming in about a foot or two of water.)
I love where I live.
Especially since I know it’s just not forever.