Little Bear's Adventure's
Ruins and a Flower
It was hot when we visited the ruins of Chichen Itza. I hid under the shade of a flower for a while.
Beth insisted I be in a photo with the most famous of the old Maya ruins. But El Castillo was very blurred in this photo.
You can guess whose hand that is. The blur behind me is El Castillo.
Sharing the Spotlight
Beth wanted to hold me in this photo. Yep, the ruins are in focus, but I'm not. Beth just wanted to hog the spotlight. She's in focus, too.
If you wander off a while you can find some ruins that aren't totally protected by ropes. I sat right down on one big, chunky circle. You can see the columns in the distance, behind me. I love being right in the middle of Mayan history!
Beth dragged me out at 6:15, but the sunrise was blocked by clouds.
She put me in her footprint, as if that wall of sand surrounding me would keep the water away. It looks like I'm far away from danger, but the sea water filled up Beth's footprint right after she snatched me up!
Up and Away
I decided to find a place to relax, away from the sand and water. I clung tight to the ropes.
There was no one around so early, but you never know who might come along. I decided it was better to be safe than sorry. The day before I saw a lot of large and lazy bodies rocking in those green hammocks. I figured I would enjoy the breeze from my safe spot.
I like rocking.
This is confusing.
Beth and Don took me to Mexico. Beth thought it was a clever idea to pack along some Easter bunnies, since we would be away during the holiday. On Easter morning I thought there would be jelly beans and dyed eggs... pastel colors at the very least. But, there were no signs of Easter. Beth's hotel coffee came in a Santa mug.
This is just not right.
Someone got 60 tiny stars for her birthday
Birthday Girl's daughter wrote a memory on each paper strip... before she folded them into stars.I climbed in the vase of stars and tried to peek at the writing.
I love secrets.
Birthday Girl said "Stop!" She told me she will never open those stars. She said it's more magical to just imagine the memories inside each star.
I said, "Whatever."
Then I took out the stars and wrote the Birthday Girl's age on the kitchen counter!