This is what happens when we rent a car—it immediately becomes a fort/playground/taxi.

You don’t see Christmas trees down here, so you make do with what they do have. Six bucks for a coconut tree. Done. Now the kids can decorate, and I can stop hearing about it.

It occurred to me the other day that this glove may very well be my oldest possession—it’s certainly the oldest on this bus. I got this glove in tenth grade. I played second base and catcher for my high school team. Obviously, this was my second baseman glove. I don’t know how it survived all these years, neglected for years at a time—yet it is still so soft and sweet smelling it takes me right back to that field on Greenway Avenue. Lowe has suddenly shown an interest in baseball and has been asking to play non-stop the past few days. He’s hitting the ball pretty good. Can’t stop a hard grounder yet, though. Granted, hitting and fielding are a little more difficult playing on the soft sloping sand of the beach here.

Aunt Toni gave these to the kids. They are supposed to build little forts out of them, but Ouest and Lowe decided they were rocket ships, and spent a lot of time today flying around the campground from planet to planet.

They also made deadly weapons out of them. Honestly, I can’t believe neither one of them got hurt doing this “sword fighting.”