




We are now in Mexico, on the seven mile white sand beach near the tiny village of Barra de Potosi just south of Zihuatanejo. When we went to Africa we flew via Los Angeles so we could leave the inflatable kayak at the hotel to be picked up on our return. Today Bill blew it up and made his way out through the pounding surf. I've taken a couple of photos of him and of the palapa and view in front of where we are staying, a place called Our House Bed and Breakfast. The last photo is of the neighbor's house and pool where I am going to lounge this afternoon. Sigh






















