CHACALA

We're vacationing with family at Casa de Tortugas:

There's a pool:

And a beach:

Our niece, Kristi, and her son, Yarrow:

Eating and drinking on the deck with my sister Donna, her husband Pete, and el Sr. J:

 Langostinos are in season, we were told, so we decided to have some for dinner.  Pete claimed that Pacific lobsters have no claws.  After he suffered much doubt and derision from the rest of the family, I bet him 100 pesos that the lobsters would have claws.  I lost:  

When it came time to throw the live lobsters in the pot, four people disappeared into their rooms.  But they came out to eat:

Michael, Kristi's partner, pouring water:

Kristi's so cute and photogenic:

Sunsets are special here:

When we're not on the beach or whale watching or fishing, we're cooking and eating:

Yarrow climbed a tree and got some coconuts.  Then he had to find a guy with a machete to cut off the tops.  Mission accomplished:

Working on the coconuts:

Sisters:

Big fat cow mouth (a term of endearment; or, what we called each other when we were kids):

The whales are migrating.  We can see them from our deck:

Tune in tomorrow for the second lost bet of 100 pesos.  By the way, we cancelled the CableCom television contract before we left.  They have no shame.  Or technical support/service.