Fynn becomes a fish
I’m not sure which day was more exciting. The day Fynn was born or the day she became a fish. We are in San Juanico, a small town centered around gringo hill. The American influence is apparent here- trees planted in yards, english signs and people playing in the water on SUPs, kayaks and surfboards. A true collision of small Mexican town with Cali surf town.
There is a little beach here, tucked under some bluffs that make is difficult to access from shore. A perfect place to spend the day.
There was no transition. Last beach day Fynn was nervous around the waves then suddenly she is laying on her tummy laughing as they wash over her. She is body surfing them in, not minding when she she comes up spitting out salt water. She is walking in chest deep and practicing her ‘swimming’. Fynn’s current version of swimming is walking in chest deep in water but using her arms like the breast stroke. It’s priceless really. She has become a little fish.
YESSSSS, this is awesome! Fynn looks so happy & natural playing in the surf
And I’m so excited you guys are in San Juanico already, that is amazing… ENJOY!!