Grandpa ate breakfast with the little girls. And my heart smiled.
We woke up to Ensenada Mexico. 
The rest of my family wanted to shop close to the dock, but we wanted to go see La Bufadora. The blow hole. We took a tour bus (not affiliated with Carnival, but there specifically to help people coming off the ship) on a 45 minute drive to the blow hole. It's humbling. Driving through a third world country like that. To see the houses, and the people working in the fields. And all the dirt. More than once I found myself counting my blessings for all that is in my life.
The blow hole itself was pretty cool, we sat and watched it for a good half hour. We tried to predict how high each surge of wave would blow up.

And we haggled. Of course we haggled, it was Mexico after all. The girls and I got sun dresses and swim suit covers and bags, Sean found a Mario piggy bank. West was all about the fresh churros and virgin pina coladas right in the pineapples.

At one point during the haggling, Cali got herself up on this banana and was dancing like a crazy fool, or at least a crazy 6 year old. She actually had a small circle watching her by the time we turned around and pulled her off LOL.
After that adventure we chilled by the pool on the cruise ship and the kids tried out the slide.
Sean:
We weren't sure what to think of the towel animal on this night... though I should probably add that we put Mario there, but still, the placement of the creature was...odd.
We weren't sure what to think of the towel animal on this night... though I should probably add that we put Mario there, but still, the placement of the creature was...odd.
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