Pretty small cabin for four of us. Plus, there were no windows, so if you didn't pay attention to what time it was, you could really sleep in.
Grandma Johnson in the Windows restaurant. They didn't have a Mac restaurant.
Grandma and Grandpa.
Pete and Sam with some of the Cox kids.
I told Sam and Pete that one day, they'd have a belly like their dad. Plus, they'll probably be bald.
Sitting on some renovated Mayan ruins.
More ruins, but mostly two cute chicks.
Our boat, the Norwegian Spirit.
Jack on a beach on Roatan, Honduras.
Sam.
Adam.
Pete.
Jann.
Dad. Laura jumped too, but I missed it.
Port at Roatan, Honduras.
Air boat in Belize. Grandma sure had fun.
Little baby croc.
This is Cíntia, from Peru. The crew were pretty international. Jack finally got used to her pestering him for a smile. I even taught him some Spanish he could say to her.
Sam bought some Oaklies in Cozumel for $20. He should have talked them down to $10.
Most of us.
All of us. Em and Rory didn't get to go because they got to go to Rory's sister's wedding.
On the way home.
Pete, sleeping at the airport.
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