Day 162: Me looking terribly touristy on our balcony. Because our building is what amounts to "vacation homes" for most people who own space here, the most common question I get is "Vacaciones?" and I have to say, "No, vivo aqui." Which gets some weird looks because of my accent.

Day 163: The seniors have left the building, leaving their old shoes behind them. You'll note the style of the shoes, which are part of the girls' uniform. Why yes. It does look like something out of a '50s movie. The shoes are also REALLY expensive and essentially a way to make money.

Day 164: A while ago, my kids made this picture of me. In case you can't read it, it says, "You're killing me!" which is something I say when the kids are doing nearly anything.

Day 165: Lucas's birthday party! He wanted us to all get together and make dinner, so we made a really nice tenderloin dinner. My contribution was mashed potatoes and to act as sous-chef.

Day 166: Soccer! Or futbol, as it's known here. Football is SO BIG. All the kids play and they all know who the best players are. Weirdly, the kids also love baseball and American football which got popular when some of the older kids visited America. The latter was used as a way to bully smaller kids, so the school said no more American football.

Day 167: Pelicans! Usually they fly RIGHT NEXT to our balcony (as in, I could reach out and touch them), but I can never get a good picture of that.

Day 168: All of the normal beach activities are huge here, but unlike in the states, people move all their supplies by hand and foot. There aren't any trucks that come out to remove bikes/kayaks/chairs. Instead, at the end of the day, you see vendors wheeling everything to where ever they store it.