This is the third year in a row that Dylan has had a birthday on a family vacation. The last two summers, he blew out the candles at Lake McQueeney, in a house owned by one of his father Jeff’s friends. This year, however, he celebrates in Mexico. Would everybody please wish him a happy birthday! 🎂
It must be nice to turn a year older in a different country. One of my friends had her sweet sixteen on Spring Break while we were in France. We spent most of that day at Versailles. Unfortunately, my birthday falls in the middle of February. No beach day birthday vacations for me!
Today we ran into some trouble with one of our golf carts; the second time we’ve had golf cart trouble, actually. The first was on the first day before we even reached Casa Cristal; the golf cart that had been rented to us just more or less petered out. This morning, we notice a flat tire on one of our two, with no idea as to how that happened, because we took both carts out for dinner last night and had no trouble. Well, whatever; we had to have breakfast, so all six of us piled onto a cart built for four, and whizzed up the street at a much slower pace than normal.
For breakfast? Mango Café’s “famous” coconut French toast, of which I failed to take a photo. No matter. By the end there wasn’t much to take a picture of, anyway. I will say, though, it wasn’t quite as tasty as the “Dark n’ Stormy” stuffed French toast from yesterday morning at Lola Valentina’s. I’ve had a lot of French toast this week…
Back to the house after breakfast to have the flat tire switched out. After this, we’re supposed to zip-line over the Caribbean at Parque Garrafón. I love zip-lines; they’re the closest I ever get to really flying.
I’ve always wanted to fly.