Cute little Xanthe imitating Scott after another one of his longboard charlie horses.
This is a horrible picture of me, but...this is Roberto. He is the gardener at the beach club. He's originally from Mexico City, but spent a long time in Tijuana and has been in San Diego for 27 years. A few years ago, two of his sons died within a year of each other. I got the impression through my limited Spanish and his limited English that they were killed. For several years, Roberto told me about their deaths every time we visited. I can't imagine how heartbroken he was, is, and always will be. This trip, he wasn't so desperate to tell me about the loss of his sons. Maybe he is slowly healing.
Araceli is 13, but looks like she's 20. She was playing with Tolly and Tizzy on the jetty and a guy asked her if they were her children. Yikes!
It was hard to drag ourselves away from our favorite paradise, but we wanted to have more cousin time, so we drove up the coast to Oceanside to spend a beach day with Jeff and Richelle and Nikki and Clint. It's fun to take in a bigger swath of the coast than just the area between our condo and Cowabunga on the pier. Oceanside was a great day.
Jeff, Scott and Nikki
Tanner, Chase, Cade and Britton
And Tyler!
And Landon and Jersey
And Jeff an Kiptyn
And everyone else!
We did the farmers market that night.
Golda bought some succulents to take home.
The entire trip, even when he was in the ocean, Freestone carried around 90 dollars in cash, whipping it out to admire it. He got obsessed with these gel candles and paid for two of them with a wet ten-dollar bill. Oceanside was a success all around!
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