manana en la playa

This morning my dad took me on down to the beach and we went out in the dinghy all around San Carlos Bay, which is small and beautiful. I think I snapped a good picture of my dad looking like the salty dog he really is. We also saw tons of pelicans, which look uglier the closer they get to you. We went to the marina and met some of his friends. As we neared the beach I was going to just jump out and keep us from hitting the outboard on the beach, something my father would have wanted when I was younger and when he was so uptight. Not so, because as I nearly fell in, he looked at me funny and asked my why I tried to get out before we were there, laughing at me the whole time. (he had a reverse mid-life crisis and has slowed, mellowed, and just become much more pleasent)