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Storytime Bilingüe featuring “El pequeño Hoo va a la playa/Little Hoo Goes to the Beach”

This week, we bring you Storytime Bilingüe from a beautiful day at the beach. Last week the weather wasn't quite cooperating, and so we wanted another story time by the seashore with the sun shining in the background. Because we recorded it right by the water, the sound of the wind in the background is really strong, but I think that just adds to the ambiance! 

Here we present El pequeño Hoo va a la playa/Little Hoo Goes to the Beach, a bilingual English-Spanish story of a timid little owl getting ready to go to the beach. He's nervous about everything he might encounter there--big waves, sea kelp, crabs, and even sharks, but then he sees going to the beach is far more fun than scary. 

My favorite part about this story time is that we got to read it at Latimer Point, the special little beach community where my mother lives. The cottage we have there has been in our family for three generations now, and I love to share this part of their heritage with Maya, Mateo, and Sofia. My grandmother (my mom's mom) often told us to appreciate the little moments in life, because we were always "making memories." My grandmother spent her summers there, then my mother, then me, and now my children get to enjoy it, too. And when we are all just memories, I hope my children and their future children can continue to care for that special piece of paradise and tell the stories of their grandmothers and great-grandmothers and great-great-grandmothers and their summers by the seashore. 

And here are a few photos of our sunny summer Saturday at the beach. 

Playing in the water

Relaxing in the sand


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