We were in Spain for holidays for a week and they were absolutely marvelous! Great weather, food and lots of relation. There were two pretty bad scares we had with Andres, though.
The first was while in the swimming pool. Andres was playing at the entry point, which consisted of a couple of steps leading to the shallow area. I decided to float to the deep part on a small rubber dingy and had swum a couple of meters when I looked back, wanting to ask Andres if he didn’t want to ride in the dingy with me. I got the shock of my life! Andres was in the water with the water level at his hairline. His hands were in the air but he was hardly thrashing about or making a noise. He was drowning with no way to make me notice. I dashed back and grabbed him out of the water and placed him with his stomach on my thigh, head down. He was choking. He recovered fast, but had there been a longer delay I can’t imagine what would have happened. Very very very scary.
The second was at our departure. There was a long queue at the check-in counter and Andres refused to stay with us, preferring to wander about and check out the check-in counter and other stuff which grabbed his attention. We reached the counter itself and we were discussing some detail when I lost sight of Andres. There was quite a crowd in the departure hall and when I walked to the point where I’d seen him last just seconds ago he was nowhere to be seen. I walked up and down the whole huge departure hall several times but there was not trace of him. I was underway for perhaps 10 minutes but it seemed like hours. I was already thinking about how we’d handle a missing child while we’d miss our flight. We decided to part ways in search of him, while keeping in touch with our mobile phones. Just when we were about to restart our search when who almost runs into me? Andres!