Took the gang to Mismaloya Beach today. It’s far from the prettiest beach, and certainly couldn’t be considered a relaxing beach, but for some reason we’ve always liked it. I guess it is the funkiness of it. At high tide there really is no beach. It’s just restaurants that sit partially submerged in the ocean. Yet we always go back.

We sit at Oscar’s grungy little joint, order his quite delicious guacamole, splurge on piña coladas, crunch on hot chips and spicy salsa, look on sadly at his pet baby pelican, knock down a few Pacificos, play with the hilariously energetic puppies, get some fish and rice, a plate of mango and pineapple, and another round of Pacificos. By the time we slip back into a cab for the ride home we are all exhausted and ready for sleep. It’s just a fun place to get away from town for an afternoon.

Ouest can’t say Lea or simply is to stubborn to change what she has been calling her which is, “Lie!” Lie this, lie that. Grandma has been shortened to a more basic Ma. “Ma and Lie?” are the first words out of her mouth in the morning.