We complained of too much wind at El Tecolate and now we complain that there isn’t enough. It was hot and muggy last night, difficult to fall asleep especially with fresh mosquito bites to scratch.
We decided to stick around another night even though the younger ones thought they wouldn’t like it here because of the bugs. But once the sun heated the day up the pests found shelter and the kids found the water, shallow but still fun. Mitch and Maret paddled surfboards around an island we were connected to by a spit at low tide, with a fishing hook unsuccessfully dragging behind them.
No matter where we stay Laars collects. His pockets bulge, his backpack gains weight, he claims he has nothing. Before leaving Requeson I convinced him to empty his pocket and see if he could pick just 3 things he could take. He left all the bottle caps, plastic whatevers, papers, rocks. He’s a great scavenger but mama’s mean and won’t let him take it all with him.