We have left the colonial cities behind and are in Celestun Biosphere Reserve on Mexico’s Yucatan Peninsula.
We see bubblegum pink, rubbernecked, backward-kneed Flamingos.
With legs equally as long as their necks, they look like flying cruxes.
We play peekaboo with Pelicans
and catch glimpses of massive crocodilians, alarmingly close to where we swim!
We meet just returned fishermen,
We make time to dig holes and build castles and toss seaweed…
The boy is in heaven.