...a typical Sunday in Espana. On Sunday we went to the beach for 2 hours in the afternoon and the water was warm!! That was the first time we were there and we did not freeze upon entering the water. Kayla, who is normally shy about getting into the water, went in with some encouragement and splashed around. However, after 10 minutes of splashing she was done and ready to play in the sand.
Nathan had a good time searching for "treasure", which ranges from broken shells to seaweed. The best treasure that was found was an unbroken mussel shell, no mussel inside, just the shell. At one point Nathan went into the water with the mussel shell and dropped it on accident and had an absolute fit because he thought it was gone to the sea forever!!. He came screaming, you would have thought he had just spotted a shark, up to Paul and I where, in between yells, he explained he dropped the shell. After calming him down a bit I walked with him back to the scene of the crime and looked for the shell. On the walk to the waters edge, I had found a pebble that had been worn flat and was the size of a nickel, I showed this to Nathan and told him it looked like a coin. He was impressed by this but wanted to continue to look for the shell. After 30 seconds of searching the water Nathan had decided the “coin” was a good find would be a suitable replacement for the shell. When he walked back out of the water he looked down and low and behold, there it was, the lost mussel shell had washed back onto the shore. Nathan was then ready to leave the shell on the blanket so as not to loose it again.
Emily simply enjoyed eating the sand. Well, she only picked up the sand and directly ate the sand a couple of times, all of the other times the sand was on something (a shovel, a shell, juice box) that she put in her mouth. She did not mind the sand, and was happy to crawl around in it and eat it.
After getting home from the beach it was time to get baths, eat dinner and go to bed, for the kids. After Nathan, Kayla, and Emily were tucked in their beds, Paul and I settled on the living room floor with some wine, cheese and crackers, olives, and pickles (our dinner) to watch bullfighting, which is on every Sunday night from 7PM until 9PM. The end to another fun weekend!!