Yesterday we moved from Coco Bandera and now we are here in front of Barbecue Island and this anchor, with its wide-ranging landscape of the reef, it's always nice to see, even if the beaches are a bit ' further from reach with the boat.
Barbecue Island, as its name makes little sense native, is an island whose maintenance is paid for entirely by tourists, because there is no family home to Kuna. Un'erbetta green and a bit 'prickly take root on the island was done with patience and determination, then the island has, from the leeward side, a kind of English lawn that gives it a distinctive look a bit 'tame. But just do around the island and reach the windward side, and the vision of the ocean reef roaring on her return to the island untouched wilderness.
Instead I renamed Barbecue Island Crab Island, because it is full of crabs and hermit crabs in shells of various shapes and sizes, and as soon as you stop walking, the sand core in a swarm of claws and legs.
But Anna is afraid of the crabs, then yesterday the circumnavigation of the islet has been done with a little girl clinging to the leg of Alessio, who screamed, "There, Dad I'm afraid, Dad! Help, Dad. "Something tells me that tomorrow we will change anchor!
About Anna, here recorded my first serious attempt to remove the pacifier, I just hope that does not turn into civil war that was the last year for the diaper, Anna has honed his psychological techniques, we start the morning with a "Mom, I do not feel very good, I feel the bad mood, I can suck a little 'me go?", then it is the turn of "Mom, you know For me it is very difficult to stop sucking "and ending with the trump card" Mom, I feel sad and I really need to suck a bit, 'I need it. "clearer and more basic, she just cries, and shouts "I want my uaaaahhhhh ciuccioooooooooooo.
you tomorrow!
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