Nearly escaping my camera.
To the 4-year-old’s delight, there was a perfect kite-flying breeze this morning.
We met up with our friends at the park in Miami Beach. The 4-year-old loved the pool. We had great fun, though I found I had neglected to squeeze a bathing suit into my carry-on bag. I wound up feeling like a wet cat in my drenched clothes.
The 4-year-old and I were bad sailors today. An hour and a half aboard a plane was all we needed to go back to the starting point of a journey (from Miami to Murrells Inlet) that took us 22 days by boat. Madness.