We had a little case of "the lasts" during our final week in San Pancho. Like...the last time we'll eat at Tacos con Amor. Very sad. The last time we'll pay the phone bill at an ATM. Not so sad. The last day of school. Sad enough to make us cry.
Here are a few photos from our favorite last events. And things.
The last dip in Grandpa's pool.
The last sandy nose.
The last party on the beach.
The last time pulling off of Nueva Galicia. Appropriately, the Cow Bell Garbage Alarm man was walking up the street shaking his bell at the same time. 6:20am.
Of course, shortly after Scott left, we had our last spider. He was about the size of my hand. Well, maybe the size of Brynn's hand.
Last dinner. Waiting for enchiladas at Eva's Tacos. Between the three of us, we ate eleven and a half enchiladas. Not proud of myself for that.
After dinner on the beach, we had our last play time/photo session on the beach.
She's saving some of that enchilada for later. A la Uncle Nick.
Last time watching the surfers.
Last cirrus clouds.
Sunset + Eva's agua de limon = smiles.