Swine Flu Here We Come!

Prior to leaving the US, we had heard about Swine Flu hitting Mexico City. We weren't really bothered by it affecting us since we were headed to Sayulita, a small fishing village nowhere near the capital, and about 45 minutes north of Puerto Vallarta.

However, in the beginning of our stay the schools had to shut down:


The restaurants were open when we arrived, but later on in the week some were open for take-out only. Not like we would have eaten out at all, since August can last maximum 10 minutes in a restaurant before he starts to destroy the place. We ate LOADS of tacos, and they were incredible.



The 1st house we rented was huge! 3 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, and tons of stairways and gorgeous ocean views. It was a little too big but we wanted to be next to our friends who were down there as well.


View from the deck:





We swam every single day (especially August, who we could not get out of the pool at times) and ate some incredible food. And did lots of nothing, which is pretty much what we needed.





Lots of ice cream was consumed. You can tell August is eyeing Hunter's ice cream sandwich here because he inhaled his in less than 3 minutes:




Some shots of "town":




Sunsets on the beach were fabulous:

Road Trip to Albion, WA

Paul is now a biological uncle!! We finally got to meet baby Quintinn, who is now about 3 months old. It was too expensive to fly so we bit the bullet and loaded up the car. Surprisingly, August did much better than we expected for being cooped up for close to 7 hrs. (stopped once to run around and stretch).







I had heard Albion is a very small town and was prepared for a quaint little place. It is waaaaay smaller than I could have imagined. One town hall/library/fire station building. A church. And that is all. Kids take buses to schools in other towns.

Paul and I took Quinntin out for a walk in scenic Albion.





















Here is some more fabulous neighborhood scenery:








Still awake?

We got a tour of the farm that Mike works on for his graduate degree program in organic agriculture. August was terrified of the bleating sounds the sheep made.



Even the quiet cows freaked him out. I am guessing that seeing photos and drawings of farm animals in books is one thing, but in real life they are a bit daunting.



Here he is clinging to me for dear life. Hopefully Quinntin will be more used to the sounds and sizes of farm animals and won't be as tramatized when he gets older!