We’re late on sending a report on our holidays because our camera was on the fritz and we didn’t have any photos to share. Thanks to Kary and Nanette, we now have a slew of them.
Key West lived up to expectations. The LaFors/Hebert clan encamped in the center of town in a wonderful hideaway complex, complete with a pool… which was especially nice since the beaches were infested with Portuguese Man-of-War jellies. Plus, we had Mimi and Pop Pop’s timeshare condo down on the waterfront, just steps from the famous Sunset Celebration.
Probably the best part of the trip — better than having all the family together, better than Jeannette and I having a whole day to ourselves kid-free, better than cycling in the warm tropical air, better than seeing Adela and Lucia playing together and Dylan and Sam acting like peas in a pod, better than seeing Dylan’s excitement at getting his new scooter from Santa — was watching Dylan begin to lose his inhibitions about water and actually swim on his own (with a floatie). On the very last day, just hours before we left the island to head home, Dylan swam the length of a pool without clinging to our arms. It was pure magic.
Matt