When we arrived these folks were flying a kite on the beach. Note to self, pack a kite.
The smaller one is Sam, one of the most articulate 3-year-olds I’ve ever heard. We met strolling down the beach. As his mother looked on he said hello, told me he’d been fishing, he’d caught six fish that day, that it was a pleasure to meet me and that he hoped to meet me again. I was mightily impressed with his social skills.