Husband, Oldest Son, Youngest Son and I went to dinner in our small ocean-side village tonight. We were going to take a walk along the beautiful marina but got sidetracked at the "park." Well not really a "park" in the USA sort of way.
We stopped at Centro or the town square. There were Mexican kids running and playing a spirited game of tag, climbing on the gazebo, riding their bikes around and around and kicking the soccer ball here and there. Parents were sitting on benches chatting or just soaking up the happiness before them.
Youngest Son jumped right into Tag and was soon talking Spanish smack.
Oldest Son was greeted by an extremely Giggly Girl from his class at school. He sat with me for awhile before joining the fun. Once engaged, he chased the Giggly Girl on her bike all over the square.
Husband and I watched the kids at the "Park." "Park" to us is now defined as Centro or the Beach. Note: there are no USA type parks here.
We have been here many times. It is a family favorite. Simple. Timeless. Universal. Free.
11 months ago