Tara's Holiday (Part I)

Welcome to your native country - well, the country you hold a passport of, Tara! We arrive at San Javier, just a short drive from Tara's roots in La Union, in close proximity to the beach and summertime resort, La Manga.

Drink. Wonderful stuff, especially when you have just stopped eating, like Tara has. Climate change, outrageous heat, the onset of a monster cold, possibly another tooth breaking through - Tara takes to the bottle!

We have two seas to pick and choose from, the 'little sea' and the wild wide open 'big sea'. Both lovely, if you ask mummy or daddy (or grandma or granddad, or uncle or aunty)


Mummy cruelly kept taking pictures as Tara kept scoffing sand - I mean, who'd expect her to keep going while she's already nearly on the verge of tears?! The adults eventually got a hold of the situation and extricated sand from mouth by tilting baby and flushing mouth with lots of water.
Now, talking about water? That too was a failure...

On we go, and Tara develops a full blown cold, along with a conjunctivitis so bad that her eyed cake over completely, and after a nap you can't really tell whether she's woken up, or whether she's still sleeping. Now add awfully hot nights, and lots of tossing, turning and coughing. Poor poppet. Daytime sleeps are not much more successful...


And while the debate "conjunctivitis - chamomile tea or eye specialist?" leads to the near-divorce of mum and dad, both mum and dad catch Tara's viruses as well.

Mind you, the food is great...

...to be continued...