So I finally arrived outside of Mazatlan around two o’clock in the morning. This is not a breakwater that you go through in the middle of the night on the wrong tide, so instead I anchored behind a nearby island. I started the engine, dropped the main sail, glided slowly … Read More
On My Way South
I was up early yesterday with a million things to do still before 8 a.m. Top of the list was running up to the grocery store for some Dramamine. I can’t leave on a longish passage without Dramamine pills for the first day, one in the morning and one in … Read More
Boat Bound
On the road again. Headed back to the boat by bus for what I can only hope is the last time. Thirteen hour bus rides are great and all, but I really could do without them for a while. The bus trips are always broken up—I assume at the State … Read More
Morning Walk
What I really love about living in Old Town Mazatlan is that every outing can be visually stimulating. Today we walked over to Olas Altas beach for breakfast. About a thirty minute walk with the kids (equal to seven minutes for adults alone).
All Saints Day
My Uncle Ray died last week. We had never lived within 1000 miles of each other, thus my memories of Ray are limited. But the one thing I will never forget—and that I loved and admired about him—was his ability to enter a room, make everyone laugh with only a … Read More
Dressing Up…Again
After school Ouest and I went to the market to have tamales for lunch. When we got there we ran into one of her classmates whose aunt happens to own the vegetable stand next to the tamales. Lunch was put on hold while the girls ran around taking pictures of each … Read More
Nothing Much
Seriously, nothing much. We were supposed to go over to Stone Island with some local friends today but that fell through. Instead we took it easy, gearing up for a couple of interesting and busy days ahead.
Goodbyes
Two or three weeks ago—after two months of school—Ouest suddenly started having separation anxiety when I dropped her off at school. One day, out of the blue, I said goodbye then realized she was still holding my hand tightly. I looked down and saw her lip quivering and tears welling … Read More