Last night we talked about getting an early start today, heading to town for some leg stretching and breakfast, then straight back to the boat to get out of La Cruz before the wind picked up. So with an early start in mind it’s no surprise that Lowe would sleep until eight-thirty. He’s never slept late like that in his life.

So we rumbled in to town, went to YaYa’s for chilaquiles, which for a non-egg eater like me is pretty much the greatest breakfast item ever invented, Ouest played with the dogs, fed the birds, ran around the plaza, and then we were back on the boat eager to leave that godforsaken anchorage behind us.

It wasn’t exactly an epic sailing adventure today, being only nine miles to Punta Mita where we found conditions to be much more to our liking. No bucking boat, no cabinets flying open, no deck clearing winds, just a nice peaceful anchorage.

This sounds weird saying it now, but I took an indoor hot water shower on my boat tonight for the first time in, what, six years of living aboard a boat? Oh the decadence. I really never gave it much thought on the catamaran. The “shower” was really just a hose that pulled out of the sink in the bathroom where you were apparently expected to sit on the toilet and shower. I can just imagine the marketing of that boat proclaiming to have two full showers. So we went outside, and since we never really had hot water on that boat either we spent four years taking cold outdoor showers. Of course I really have no excuse for taking a year and a half to get this shower working properly, but now that it is we are living it up. Just wait until we get a watermaker too. We might have to buy candles and bath soaps. Okay, so it’s not a bathtub, but we can indulge just the same.