What we did outside the bathroom

Safe on the towel, Cally rehydrates.

Dad trying to convince Cally to touch the water. As soon as a wave rolled in, she'd lift her legs up.

Swimming with mom, comfortable in chlorinated waters.

     But seriously folks, Mexico isn't just about intestinal upset and the fella's next door playing leapfrog. It's about the beaches, the food and making futile attempts to say "No thank you, I don't want to buy your wrap/jewellery/knick-knack/hat/parasite infested food-on-a-stick or other crap" in another language.               Traveling with a two-year-old meant that most of our activities had to be scheduled for the morning, when Cally was at her perkiest. During this time we usually chose to either explore our surroundings or "play" on the beach. It's funny really, for a child who loves the pool and swimming, she required a lot of coaxing just to touch the ocean. It also took Cally three days to walk on the sand without throwing a tantrum. At her best,  She would awkwardly waddle about 10 feet from the towel, holding dads hand. She would then quickly turn tail and head back to the safety of her beach towel. Something about how the sand felt made her morph from a pleasant little girl into a raging lunatic. Thank goodness Trevor had the patience to carry her- and carry her he did. A LOT!