The two guys sanding and scraping our boat’s varnish off finished up today. They looked defeated. I swear when they quoted me a price they hadn’t really taken a good look at the boat. That cockpit coaming was a killer. Anyway, two guys, and roughly thirty man hours later our teak is finally clean. The quote was for a hundred and twenty bucks, but I think we’ll throw them a bone and add a bit to that. Ali and I would have never accomplished that task. Tomorrow the boat needs a serious washing, inside and out. That was one messy job.

Went to Walmart and spent a small fortune on just a couple weeks worth of food. We’ve still got to make a final run to a proper market for the fresh stuff. I tell you, heading out to sea for a few weeks is much more of an undertaking with two kids onboard. Ali and I would have been good with a couple loaves of bread and some peanut butter, but apparently kids need fancy nutrition and stuff. They’re all, “Ooooh, we need fruits and vegetables to grow healthy and strong.” And I’m all, “I can do a hundred push-ups and all I eat is garbage. What’s your problem?” Kids these days.

Only real gripe we have about La Paz is the abysmal public transportation system. There are hardly any buses, and none, it appears, that go by our marina to town. Walmart is located on the same road as we are, just a few miles away, but the only way to get there is taxi. After just one day in Mazatlan we could get anywhere in the city we wanted to go for about fifty cents. Same in Vallarta. La Paz just stinks in this category.