|Mayú, six months pregnant, in a random tableau with VW|
|Mi guapo esposo, Sam|
|Jenny Hensley, Jamie Guerkink|
We spent the day at the water's edge, with the mesquite trees behind us, the huizaches all around, and the local shepherds tending their flocks on the edges of our make-shift Capture-the-Flag field. Kids versus parents, and the parents didn't give an inch.
|Marky & Will Hensley, Matthew & Russell Matchett and Bo|
|Jenny leading Bo to jail|
None of the kids fought, the tequila never gave out, and the strange campesino in a shirt that was bloodier and more stained each time he arrived looking for beer, snapped his leather belt at the dogs but never connected.
|Ok, so we enabled him a little with two cold Tecates. But we drew the line when he came back for thirds.|
|The free-range cattle add a little spice to the game.|
|Jenny, taking two for the team|
|The castle that everyone loves to speculate about|
|The shepherd boys with their flock|