Sweet Jeebus L. Christ on a frickin’ popsicle stick, but I'd forgotten how brutal the sun can be at these latitudes. We four siblings (+ one niece) spent mid-day at Siesta Key and were baked to within an inch of sunstroke by the time we wisely retreated. We had been told in advance that the Gulf of Mexico hereabouts is “bathwater warm” at this time of year, but had taken this for a figure of speech. Not so: not even in Puerto Vallarta have I found myself emerging from the sea in order to cool off. Much fraternal bonding over the course of the day, followed by a fine evening meal of Rand’s justly-legendary chicken tacos. High time for bed.
Above: Rand nurses severely sunburnt brow.
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