Of course Mama still had to carry me all through it, but I thought this would be a good way for Mama to have an authentic experience of how Mayan mums would cart their children around the village.
I gave Mama a break for a minute to run around on my own, and I thought it would be good for me to have some Mayan dirt on my face just to complete the experience. Oh and my pants were dirty too, as were my white shoes. I looked so much like a Mexican baby that I fit right in when Papa took a photo of me with some of my local friends.
Big ligo for me when we return to the ship!
























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