Ola from Sunday night, which suddenly turned into a Monday morning

There’s something to be said about bringing the weather with us.

But we Vancouverites, what do we care about the rain! We don’t ever bother with an umbrella in a good old West Coast downpour… so a tropical storm? It’s just March lioning it.

And then there’s that sky!

And that tropical Pacific.

This evening I walked in the warm, wet sand, and let the surf splash up my legs. I watched dolphins playing and pelicans floating, and small birds darting among the palms, until the last of the light was gone.

And then, exhausted from two extremely shorts nights and hours of travel, I slept, and slept, and slept thru the warm and humid Mexican night. 😀