Random

When my family moved to Manzanillo for the first time something special happened. :)

There I learned to swim (before learning to walk), all because of a funny story. 

It seems that one day, my both parents had took me to the beach to meet the sea for the first time, they were taking a photo, when suddenly a wave came out of nowhere and slammed my feather´s knees, he felt down, and throw me away so he wouldn’t smash me with his weight, he woke up rapidly (my mother was in the beach watching the scene without being able to make a sound) and took me form the water. When we arrived to the Dr. he said that I had swallow some sand, but that I would be “ok”. My mother took cards on the move, and decided to teach me how to swim, so I wouldn´t have any trauma.

 I´m not shure, but I suppose, that photo was taken in those days :)