We’re Starting a Band

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Hurricane something-or-other came past us the other day, and with it came three solid days of rain. Non-stop drizzle. Literally, non-stop. Beach sand on dry days is fine—it comes off with a swipe. Beach sand on rainy days is another story, and therefore coming in the house at all during those three days was pretty much deemed trespassing. In other words, “Stay outside.”

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The band started with just one member—a solo drum player. But it soon expanded, and now we’re just looking for venues around town that can accommodate the crowds of one-year-olds that come to see them play.

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The kids spent a long time getting this tree branch/Christmas tree to stand up. When they finally got it they were quite proud of themselves. Dancing ensued.

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“Hey, Da, look how much mud I put in my underwear.”

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“Dona, donaaaa!” The donut sellers walk the beach all day, and they never give up. They’ll walk along the beach at five o’clock with three sad looking donuts on their tray, unable to call it a day until every one of those things is sold. I don’t know who is buying the last donut on the tray—has to be someone who has smoked way too much dope.

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The sun returned, the band broke up, but one solitary drummer played on. You can’t kill rock ‘n’ roll.

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This campground is like a 60s/70s hippie commune. We love it. The kids spend their entire day outdoors playing with their friend, Xóchitl, and a revolving cast of other characters while the parents all just go about our business. Parents eyes are all over the place, even if you can’t see them. And while the kids are off playing we’re all up on the beachfront patio watching the surf and the crowd on the beach.

Despite how great it is here, we still feel consumed by wanderlust. Fortunately we’ve got family visiting to keep us grounded for a bit longer, as there is really no good reason to go anywhere. Ali is the one with the itchiest of feet these days. As travelers we sometimes find it difficult not to travel.

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9 Comments on “We’re Starting a Band”

  1. I’m sure the neighbors heard my loud laugh at the “how much mud…..” that image will put a smile on my face for days..no months..well, forever. Thanks for all your wonderful photos that constantly lift my spirits. I have decided to adopt you as my cyber family!

  2. Looks like Lowe filled his undies with mud! Even in the rain they keep busy and creative. Great kids having a wonderful life and upbringing. Congrats! Another smile on my face…

  3. Music in the air, especially performed by children, and outside . . . always awesome. Mud in the underwear . . .so boy!

  4. Great pictures, as always! I detect an almost apologetic tone to the last couple of posts that you are hanging in one place and enjoying the heck out of it. True, you are travelers in your souls, but hey, you deserve to slow down and smell the camarones con ajo every once in awhile!! 😀 I especially love that Ali is the one pushing with itchy feet. You have chosen well, Grasshopper!

  5. You should get Lowe a cajon. It’s a drum box you sit on top of to play, and it’s got snares in the top, so it makes both snare and bass sounds. Plus you can pack it full of stuff while traveling! Mary pulled hers out at RenFest to join the drum circle, and it blew all the stoned hippy drummers minds.

  6. I love Lowe’s drum kit!

    And I totally hear you on the itchy feet, Ali. Now that we are traveling again, it’s like this big, “aaaahhhhh” of relief. Kind of reminds me of athlete’s foot and the feeling of fungal cream. Boy, that’s a bad analogy. But I think you know what I mean… 🙂

  7. You outdid yourself with the photo’s and commentary! I laughed several times while reading. Loved all the photo’s, but must admit the one with Lowe’s “full” load takes the cake!

  8. I love travelling, but I get antsy too if we stay in one place to long. I think I need a little purpose, and travelling gives me that otherwise, when I’m not working.

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