A few pictures of our trip to Mexico
El Guille paaahhhttaaayys in Cancun. I don't know if you understand; Guille IS party people. Cancun is his element. Check out his sippy cup--who knows what kind of crazy cocktail is in there tonight. Which club is he hitting? Which club didn't he hit! Where did his pants go? They're probably halfway to Cuba by now. Why the shades? Live hard, die hard. Don't switch the blade on the guy in shades, oh no.
We took Guille to an Aquarium where he got to touch a sting-ray, see sharks, and catch a dolphin show.
In case my mom is reading this, I wasn't the one who gave Guille his first taste of snowcone. I was merely a journalist, which means you don't interfere. Tomorrow I'm going to fabricate a story to have published at USA Today.
The palest boys in the world duck out of the sun before any kind of color blooms on their skin.
El Guille lives life dangerously (without the Batman floaties.)