Mexico and the tale of the Sticky Sand

We're covered with sand.  It is everywhere.  In our hair.  In between our toes.  On the floors of the cabana.  On our t-shirts.  In our bags.  Places it is not supposed to be but now is.  I imagine we will be finding it in our stuff for weeks to come.  It is really wonderful.  It makes you realize that what is important in life is not checking e-mail, worrying about deadlines or being late, but simply rolling in the waves and getting your body and hair covered in more sand.  Oh, and applying more sunscreen frequently.

My little one is sleeping so I'm only going to write a bit and upload and a few photos of this gorgeous place and then it's back to the sandy, sticky, wonderfully white beach.