Meet our friends Enrique and Guadelupe:
They are loa-ded. Five houses that we know of including a vacation home in Aspen, several boats (this is the small one), lots of travel, etc. etc.
Anyway, every now and then they invite our whole family out on their boat to go fishing. We always have a great time. As Small Town shrinks on the horizon, I try to forget we live in Small Town and pretend we live somewhere cool. We spend the day fishing, swimming, looking for dolphins and monkeys, and eating junk food.
Our friends blare some satellite station called "Pure Love" (said very slowly by a man with a very deep, smooth voice: Puuuuure Looooove). Pure Sap is more like it. So, we find ourselves out in the middle of nowhere, with Mexicans belting out lyrics to mushy love songs from the 80's like, "Love lifts us up where we belong..." and "I get so emotional baby, everytime I think of you..."(all sung with heavy accents of course). Always humorous.
They invited us to go on Saturday. Normally we catch so many good-sized fish that we get sick of it, but this time, between 6 adults and 4 kids, only two ity-bitty fish were caught. Both by Juan Carlos (3 yrs old). He was thinking he was pretty much it. He strutted around the boat saying, "I won the fishing. I won the fishing."
Here's my favorite pictures from one of our outings:
*** Bonus material:
At the marina that they park their boat at, you can see the "Big Shrimp's" shiny new girlfriend.
Small Town really digs its shrimp.