Close to nature and at her whim
You might remember a time when sitting around and staring into space was a pastime. A pastime of a time past. Now young, old, women, kids, men, everyone is busy all the time. Every increment of time is filled, with work, commuting, family, entertainment. I …
The hardest thing to do is letting others be, to be themselves or versions thereof. We are all trying. Trying for something. To live as we best can, we give our best at any given moment. For others, especially family and friends, this is sometimes …
On overnight passages we keep watch in shifts. After dinner one of us says goodnight. The other keeps us safe and stays up with a multitude of entertainment be it listening to the waves splashing off the bow and curling along the boat, trimming sails, …
Yesterday, we hung out with Lupe. Lupe opened the one and only restaurant in Bahía San Evaristo two years ago. Cruisers, who anchor in this bay every year, encouraged this small fishing village of around a hundred souls to cater to the passing boats and …
Getting the boat and outfitting is easy. After leaving comes the hard part. Complaining about life when you live on land is normal. Complaining as a cruiser is just not done. We are out there living the dream, complaining would be heresy. How about the …
The other day in Bahía de Los Ángeles, we were sitting around with a bunch of cruisers under Guillermo’s palapa when a landlubber from Texas joined our group. He was a young Armenian immigrant to the US close to getting his Green Card and on …
Most of you wonder probably how does one live on a small sailboat with a partner. And then to go cruising and to be together all day, every day. Especially on passages and at anchor the boat is all you have. You can retreat to …
I asked Radu the night before last, if he was ready to go again. The next leg was our third 30 hour passage and the seas were big the last times making our sails exhausting. Yes, he said, he was alright and I was too, …
Radu is learning how to filet a fish, a Pargo rojo (Pacific Red Snapper). We met Antonio, the sheriff of this small village, when he secured our dinghy on the beach the tide had broken loose and was about to float away. They started talking …
Radu woke me up 15 minutes prior to arrival. It was 7 am. After our first 21 hour passage from Ensenada to St. Quintin and going overnight, it was hard to get up. Once in the cockpit, I was awed by a different world. Round …
We left San Diego, finally, at 6 am and crossing over into Mexican waters probably around one hour and a half later. We will check into the country with all formality in Ensenada tomorrow. The last days leading up to the departure were filled with …
