I’m not sure if I should tell you this, it may make you change your mind about my tales of an idyllic Mexican resort…I wasn’t there for the encounter and after the recounting I still managed to enjoy my stay, so I will pass the horror on to you.
Three words: Venomous Sea Snakes.
Daddy C was valiantly walking Little E early Monday morning (I had a lie in) and with utter revulsion found himself a piggy in the middle of a little boy snake toss. Apparently the snakes don’t “attack” they wash up on shore nearly dead, so despite the venom they are not something to be worried about. Daddy C would beg to differ.
Nevertheless, we managed to put the serpents out of our minds and brave a swim in the otherwise luxurious waves.
[Flash forward to present day…Little E had her first gymnastics class today. It was “in, out and through”. Next week I will bring my camera].
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