The beach and the water were so beautiful that we couldn’t resist the urge to wake up early and take some photos of ourselves while no one else was up and around. We set the alarm for 5:00 a.m., jumped out of bed (wellllll, it was more like a slow, dragging motion than jumping), threw on some clothes, grabbed the little camera and tripod and set off for the beach. It took us 20 minutes to get there (from our room to the beach was a bit of a jaunt), but it was so worth it.
The Havana Moon Restaurant had doors that were the sweetest color, so we stopped, set up and Greg and I did a series of “surf” poses with the doors as our background. When we looked at them later, we laughed at our face expressions and the whole “surf mag” type photo collection we’d shot. We’re just that cool.
Check it out.
Once we’d exhausted ourselves shooting in front of the best doors ever, we headed down to the beach to search the tidal pools and take a few more pics.
This is a pic of me waiting, very impatiently, for Greg to give me the camera so I can put it on the tripod. It was 6 a.m. and I was tired and hungry and NOT impressed that he was dawdling and playing and it was getting hotter and hotter and hotter…LOL
We were actually starting to have a lot of fun when IT happened. If you look at Greg’s feet, you’ll see a little tidal pool behind him. After we snapped the next shot, he stepped backwards and caught his foot on the edge of the tidal pool’s ledge. Oopsy…
And this was the result of his little slip.
Oh Oh, looks like we need a little First Aid! The guy who cleaned out Greg’s wound used a sharp spatula thingy and dug out all the sand and coral, etc. It made my knees weak and Greg was sweating so hard from stress that he soaked his shirt in about five minutes. He was fairly brave and didn’t even squeal that loud when the First Aid guy poured antiseptic into the wound. LOL. My poor little hubby.
This is what made my knees weak. Yikes. Of course, it didn’t make me too queasy to take lots of pics!!!!
That was just one of the many adventures we had while in Mexico. Greggor was a trooper, though, and he managed to get around without a problem for the rest of the trip. He did a great job as my second shooter and carried my bag of lenses and never complained at all. Manly man! I’m so in love 🙂
More pics from the trip to come.
I wish you enough.