Went to the supermarket in Cihuatlan today to stock up for the next month or so. This isn’t the same as it was back in the days of just Ali and I, no sir, now we’ve actually got to come up with meals. Meals for Ouest that is. The two of us are still pretty good at getting by on peanut butter toast. But with Ouest we have to be the responsible adults and cook up tasty, healthy meals, and I can tell you that on a boat with two non-chefs and a supermarket that doesn’t resemble anything super, we struggle sometimes. If we could just shove chicken nuggets and french fries down her throat life would be so much easier.

This afternoon we went in to the Sands Hotel which is where the dinghy dock is at. It’s a run-down twenty-bucks a night kind of place, but they’ve got an always busy bar and a big pool that they’re more than happy to let us use, so being the cruisers that we are we naturally gravitate to the place. Ouest had fun swimming and we met a couple of guys who are sailing south on two little Hoby Cats. Always enjoy meeting people like that and knowing that adventure lives on.

Oh, hey, it’s New Year’s Eve. You wouldn’t know it on our boat. We’re exhausted. The fireworks going on at the head of the lagoon may or may not wake us up at midnight, otherwise we’ll ring in the New Year around seven o’clock in the morning just like we ring in every other day.