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Day 2 in Corpus Christi involved some grocery shopping, the beach, and swimming in the pool at the condo.
I have to say, I LOVE HEB grocery stores. We have 2 options back home, Super Walmart & Lowe’s Grocery. One has no real selection, especially produce wise, and one is overpriced just to try to stay open. So to have a place with varying prices AND a huge selection? I could have spent my entire vacation in there. I mean that. (They had fresh FIGS there people, do you have any clue how impossible those are to find here?! And not just one kind either! And don’t even get me started on the mushroom choices.)
So after spending an inordinate amount of time doing a thing I usually hate (shopping) the oldest and I returned to the condo and everyone got ready for the beach. I was nervous about wearing a bikini in public, but then I told myself, I don’t know these people, I will probably never see them again, so go have fun. And I did.
As I have mentioned before, my middle son is autistic. So we knew going in that the sand and moving water would be a challenge. My mom and I both tried to get him in the water a few times, but he wasn’t having it. His reaction scared the youngest off as well. But they did play in the sand and did a LOT of digging.
I hadn’t touched an ocean since Christmas break from the Army in 1999, and I hadn’t swam in one in 29 years. I had forgotten that its water burns the eyes. (Forgive me, it had been a while.) But even with that, it felt amazing. I felt alive. I felt my small place in this huge world that we all inhabit, and I felt one with it. I don’t talk religion a lot, but as a pagan, it was a spiritual moment for me. To be one with everything.
My mom and I had a sweet moment while standing in the waves. This was our first time at the ocean together. It took 34 years to happen. We were both incredibly thankful to have the memory to make together.
I swam out a bit, and just let the water float me around. As I was about to turn back, my hand smacked a jellyfish. Thank Goddess I only hit its head. This was my signal to get out of the water.
After playing at the beach, we went back to the condo and cleaned up. We ate a simple lunch, put the littles down for naps, and the oldest and I went in search of a fresh fish market for dinner. And we found some yummy dinner. A huge red snapper filet to split between the 5 of us, 3 blue crabs for us older three, and a pound of ruby shrimp. With this we made up some brown and wild rice, and cooked some fresh squash with herbs, onions and garlic. It was amazing. We had enough left over for fish tacos a couple of days later, and to feed a stray. But that will be in another entry.
Meanwhile, the oldest and I returned with our find and then we all headed down to the pool. This was still a challenge for the younger two, so the majority of that was spent with getting them used to being in the water. I also got them to splash the water a bit to get them used to it hitting their faces.
After playing for an hour we went back up to our place and made dinner.
It was awesome.
While munching on the balcony, mom and I saw a guy across the way feeding the seagulls. We decided to give it a shot. The squeals of laughter and smiles from all of us was worth more than the bread, pretzels and other small odds and ends could have cost.
Later that evening I took the oldest and middle to the beach on my own, while mom put the over-stimulated 2-year-old to bed. We built our first castle/fort. We didn’t realize until after that it made a smiley face.
Our subconscious minds were in tune.
We went home and showered, watched a movie that our host had thoughtfully left at the condo, and then mom and I sat on the balcony and enjoyed the view.
It was the perfect end to a pretty perfect day.