TWENTY

The best fastest freshest fish tacos of your life.

 2014 week twenty.

An extra long weekend on the beach in Mexico. Should we make this an annual thing?

In the palapa: Mama, Grandpa, Baby, and Dog 1 (dog 2 made it in precisely 0 photos)

Morning beach walk with Dog 1

Reading and eating crackers in the heat of the afternoon.

Thatch roof

Contrary to what this photo would imply, V did not like the sand. 

Or the waves ... at all.

The boat was alright, until Mama wanted to try fishing. Then it was a rocking nightmare. 

Nachos Classicos.

Empty beach all day every day. :)

Fish tacos from a fish my husband caught that morning! 

I, however, did not catch a fish.

This is a result of fighting a nap in your Rubbermaid tub for 45 minutes. 

Another fish. What a good hunter gatherer husband. 

The hands down, best shrimp tacos. Ever, in the whole world, the end.

We spent the 5 days in Mexico lolling around the palapa and taking walks to the beach and sleeping soundly to the sound of the crashing Sea of Cortez surf. No one got sick. We all felt safe, husband smuggled pinned bugs and crabs back into the US. I got pretty souvenirs. Mexico trip was a success.