This is why everyone cruising in Mexico has a dinghy with wheels. That’s two hundred and some odd pounds of dinghy there. No problem for Ali and I back in the day, but the four extra legs and feet aren’t really helping much right now.

Life aboard is a bit of a challenge right now. Lowe has really been having a hard time with the teething and his sleep has been pretty horrendous. In a house this is tough but bearable, on a boat it is brutal. Nobody, except Ouest who thankfully sleeps right through most of the worst of it, is getting any sleep. Ali bearing the brunt of it. It’s easy to forget sometimes that the positives far outweigh the negatives in this chosen lifestyle, especially with two young ones.

But they do. Today we went in for our routine swim. Ouest is hardly two and is every bit the water baby I always hoped she would be. And when she got hungry she told us she was all done and was ready for fish tacos. So we walked over in our bare feet, sat down in the shade, ordered two beers, one jugo, and a plate of fish, rice, and tortillas. Ouest scarfed down her food in bites taken in between running off to see the dog hiding underneath a truck or to fill her bucket with sand while singing some unintelligible song to herself. And Lowe ate and then fell peacefully asleep in Ali’s arms. All within view of our home. It’s hard to complain about that.