This Mexico is great. Mommy talks to Daddy, gets some paper, gives it to a lady and then all of a sudden I have something new. This kind of shopping doesn't exist in Cuba.
While I'm not exactly reading Dickens yet, I am getting a handle on the concept of learning. I have learned that the tapir is a central american animal that is exactly not that interesting to look at.
My first time having mashed potatoes. There were just so many options at this wonderful Xcaret buffet. Mommy & Daddy especially loved the variety. Daddy even got to eat sushi. Hard to find that in Cuba...
Big brother Soren is busy looking for the monkey. But when Mommy with the camera said, where's the monkey? I knew she was talking about me. Tee hee hee!
Here's Daddy doing a very bad impression of a vulture. You can tell from my reaction that I have no idea what he's doing. Should I mock him or feel sorry for him and play along?
While I may not be able to fly nor squawk like a bird, my Daddy tells me I belong on a similar perch with these birds, because I'm as, if not more, colourful than any of these birds.
I know Speedy was a mouse, but why can't a Mexican horse be called Speedy Gonzalez too. It would have been great to go for a ride, but there was too much to see and do.
Soren is not actually in pain, he's just smiling for the camera. Darius doesn't seem to notice the colourful birds behind him. Whereas Mama Macaw is stylin with the shades. The disadvantage of this trip was that there was no break from the Cuban heat. It was just called Mexican heat.