Yesterday I made a couple of runs in to town for diesel. Gauging our fuel consumption is proving impossible for me for two reasons. Number one is that I can’t fill up the starboard tank fully because there is a hole in the top of the tank and if I fill it up the fuel just pours out when we are sailing. The second reason is that the port tank has a fuel gauge on it but because all the overflow when the engine is running goes into the starboard tank the port tank empties at an incredibly fast pace. The fuel is pumped out of the port tank and right into the starboard. The whole situation is kind of a pain in the butt, and it won’t be resolved any time soon. At least until we spring to have a new tank made, and I don’t even want to think about all that will be involved in that project.

This afternoon we hung out on the beach again. The sand here is like volcanic ash. Super fine black sand. And Lowe is at that age that all he wants to do is grab it by the handful and shove it in his mouth. He is quickly covered from head to toe in it. Fortunately he has no qualms about being dunked in the ocean for a rinse. I hold him in front of me, blow on his face which causes him to suck in and hold his breath, and stick him underwater for a few seconds while rubbing the heck out of his hair.

Ouest is the Mango Queen. She wakes up and has mango juice. Ali cuts her up a mango for breakfast. She might have some as a snack during the day. She always hands over fifteen pesos to the beach vendors. And she will still ask for it at dinner too. I love that she says it just like a Mexican too. “Mahhhhngo.”