Re-entry is a bitch, really. Because only in Mexico can Lea truly rock her Sinatra fedora:
Only in Mexico can I feel 100% comfortable wearing these slightly ridiculous gold hoops (super Shuboy brother, though, can get away with his hat just about anywhere):
Only in the golden light of Mexico can my daughters sport sequined bathing suit cover-ups and battle each other only once (miracle!) in seven days :
And only in Mexico can my adorable godchild play with her toes on a made-for-real-lounging couch like the one in the crazy fantastic villa we shared with her parents, her sister, my brother, and Mr. Mike:
Okay, well maybe the toe thing could happen in other places.