The Super Bowl is over. I had a great time watching it. I've become such a football expert, I even remembered who was playing. I cheered (officially) for Arizona, because they were the underdogs, but I saw Keith Olbermann interview Pittsburgh's head coach last night, and he's a bit of a cutie, and he's also the youngest head coach in Super Bowl history, if I heard correctly, so I couldn't help pulling for him, too. I was torn.

We've all fallen rather in love with Zihuatanejo, so we're going to stay a bit longer - a week longer, if Robin and I have our way. There's just so much to love. Our park is clean and neat and quiet; the downtown area is great fun, the beach is lovely; the sea is warm. Still, we seem to spend most of our time in the pool, coming out to eat and sleep. Seriously. I swam this morning, right after our beach walk, then again after lunch. The Super Bowl got in the way of my swimming this evening, but when I got home, I put on my suit and went over for my moonlight dip. I suggested to Kristin that we should figure out a way to dehydrate the pool, fold it, and carry it with us. In the photo above, Robin is doing one of his signature belly flops.

Today is the first time on this trip that I've gotten a sunburn. I think the beach walk was the culprit. It was early in the day, so I didn't even think about sunscreen - but by the time I got home, I was toasty. Then, of course, I jumped into the pool and forgot to get out. I should save my beach walking for sunset and later - not only for the sake of my skin, but because it's so lovely out there. Early in the day, there were a few people on the beach, but when I walked down to the restaurant for the Super Bowl, it was standing room only - both on the beach and out in the water. I think the whole population of Zihuatanejo was out there, relaxed and happy, swimming, playing ball, half-burying each other in mud at the edge of the water.

Good night!

Photos courtesy of Kristin Ames