Like Hondurans.....

The sun was shining, the breeze was gentle, how could one possibly stay inside?  The promise of a beach trip proved to be the right incentive for efficient school work, and then we headed to the beach to spend time with friends. The boys began their customary digging, deeper and larger than ever before - then again there were three of them. It did not take long to have a hole large enough for all three of the boys along with the sisters to join in the fun. A bit sweaty from digging so hard, sun beating down and lots of sand everywhere - what is a boy to do? Well, the ocean is blue, inviting and it is indeed the quickest way to get rid of sand. That we had not brought swimsuits did not bother them at all. "We are like our Honduran friends, Mamma, they do not use swimsuits." and off they went to play in the surf. Yes, the Pacific is blue, and the sun is shining, but it is still very cold in the water. Not wanting to find out empirically since it would involve me getting wet and therefore very cold, I am relying on reported sources for a water temperature in the mid 50s. After an hour of body surfing, boogie boarding and getting caught up in waves, the low body temperature finally forced everyone up to warm up.

 A snack and some more digging and the adults thought it prudent to head home, it was after all almost dinner time. Before we leave however it is important to refill any holes, since they can be dangerous to anyone else walking or jogging on the beach. The sand was flying, was more hitting and staying on bodies than landing in the hole? Nobody knew for sure... all I know is that a nice Dad picked up a large shovel and began to make some real headway, probably because all adults were ready to leave. Lukas and Noah agreed that going home would be a good idea, a hot shower even better. Only one dilemma remained, sand, sand, sand everywhere as they had dug in wet clothes that were now slowely drying in the breeze, making the sand stick even more to every fiber of the shirt and every crease and pocket of the shorts. Back in the water for a final wash off, and some body surfing - just could not resist the wave. Back at the car, all wet, now shivering a bit as the realization of what they had put their bodies through for a long time finally dawned upon them, they quickly rinsed off their sandy feet to prevent us from exporting all the sand from the beach. Our car only has a maximum weight capacity after all...
What a fun day - sun, beach, fun, friends and sand of course!