Our time at Leo Carillo was well... sandy. I mean obviously we were at the beach. But it was rather chilly and windy. The wind blew the sand into every little crevice it possibly could. Quincy was buried in the sand by her uncle, so she obviously had the most sand. We loved spending the day with family. Watching cousins play is just too fun. Wish we could go back right now. I wouldn't even care if I brought a gallon of sand home in my hair again. It would be worth it.
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