Yes it sounds exciting but let me finish. When we arrived at the parking lot we were sooooo happy! We jumped up and down and kicked sand as we walked down the path that led to the beach. But when we arrived our happiness fizzled fast. There was a big sign....BEACH CLOSED! 
Mr. Potatohead and I were heartbroken as we dragged a sobbing little Pablo back to the car. Dave said he was sorry and that he knew of a quiet pool in town if we'd like to go there. Once again we were all so happy! Then off we went singing and dancing but alas, when we arrived, someone had drained the pool and left nothing but green sludge in the bottom. 
Once again Pablo was upset and Mr. Potatohead and I were helpless to do anything about it. Now I think I just want to go home and forget this Mexican vacation ever even happened. I don't know how we'll give French Frieda the slip but Mr. Potatohead says he has the perfect plan. We'll see. Well I better scram we have to get packed and we have a plane to catch. Bye for now.Mrs. Potatohead.
