Friday, May 28, 2010
In between rain clowds I have managed, for the last 2 days to go to the beach and take Melissa’s dogs for a run. I just love it! No one is there, just a few other dogs. I feel inspired to exercise! I run, I review some martial art techniques (just in case someone is hiding in the bushes) and I throw coconuts for one of the dogs. Amazingly, before we enter the beach, she finds a fallen coconut; she husks it and takes in, hoping I will play. She will swim for it, go under water to find it, get smashed by waves and if she doesn’t succeed, then she goes to get a new one and repeats the process.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
I have enjoyed so much being here with them, cooking together, sharing a glass of wine in the evenings, planning our futures, helping each other. Not to mention the luxuries of having a home; showers, clean linens and clothing, wide spaces, a yard, a large kitchen where you don’t have to move items back and forth to get into the fridge, a toilet that you don’t need to pump, satellite TV, 24/7 internet.
Its May 19th, the day I turned 39. For some reason, hormones, maybe or just the high expectations one carries this day always ends up being an emotional day for me. However, I was treated to a traditional Costa Rican breakfast by Richard while Matt executed all the paperwork to enter the country. Later that day we entered the bay of Potrero where Melissa (my dear sister-in-law) Kiara (My niece) and her boyfriend Andres where waiting for us on the beach! We had a Margarita and dinner at “Las Brisas” (a local restaurant), where they cooked the shrimp that Richard traded for us with the shrimpers we ran into while sailing earlier that day. Later, at her house, she pulled out a chocolate cake out of the fridge. Delicious and very special. Thank you Melissa!
4 AM Matt gets the documentation ready to meet Immigration and Port Captain and get our “Zarpe” (permission to leave). He returns by 5:00. We tie everything down, close all the hatches, put the dinghy on deck and hoist anchor. We approached the bar which still looked very intimidating. The timing had to be perfect, the direction had to be extremely accurate. Gregorio, the pilot, looked nervious. He warned us of all the possible mistakes. “if the boat is thrown sideways, I don’t even want to imagine what will happen” he says. Richard is standing on the bow of the boat counting the waves, Matt is at the helm keeping the boat straight and on reverse mode until the signal is given. At that point he has to go full throttle to escape the next set of waves. He only has a minute and a half to cross. I was working hard on keeping myself out of the way with camera on hand to get that perfect shot of the waves breaking on the bow. As I am ready to shoot, the kids woke up seasick and hot.. the boat was slamming hard on the water, bobbling in all directions. The boat was an oven. There was a lot of anxiety; we were ready for the worst, hoping the best. The signal was given, I could hear the motor roaring, instructions were coming in all direction; “keep it straight”, “faster” “almost there” “YOU MADE IIIT!!” Great feelings of relief were expressed. We were out!, free!. Our two day passage begins!
It was in this town where I found the most decorated, ruffled up aprons, yellow, black, white, pink, blue with lace, with flowers with secret pockets with golden thread, etc. All the women wear them during hours of labor. I had to get one, thje secret pocket may become handy!
Our last stop was at the bakery; mud ovens, fire going full, dough rising, men rolling and the flies exploring. I bought a few rolls, despite the flies. At this point my body needs them!.
The main reason we stopped at El Salvador was to participate in the Rally. I am glad we did! I never expected Salvador to be so beautiful. I would like to come back one day and explore further into the country. Our time was limited and it got quickly filled with the everyday events at Hotel Bahia del Sol, one of the organizers of the Rally, such as: bocce ball tournaments, happy hours, music jam, fitness classes, river dinghy float and a wonderful party at the end. Samantha was thrilled playing bocce. She was good!. She and I were a team and despite loosing the tournament we put a very good fight. Loosing was not a bad thing, a Tecate by the pool sounded much more reasonable that time of the day.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Tras una travesia de 4 dias por el temido Golfo de Tehuantepec, llegamos al hermoso pais, El Salvador. Con sus volcanes, sus cautivadoras playas, la gente amable, las mujeres con sus delantales, magicos amaneceres y sus famosas PAPUSAS!! (Tortillas rellenas).... See my Tabblo>
Saturday, May 15, 2010
A few minutes ago I could barely keep my eyes open, but as I am preparing the bed I found in the snack hole a bag of Passion fruit jelly covered with dark chocolate.. such a pretty picture.. mmm. Such an interesting combination, how long are we going to save this snack?. I just allowed myself to have one, but one was not enough to enjoy the full flavor 2, oh well a hand full, the bag is open, I will take one more... so I lost track how many went in. Now I am awake again
Matt and Richard called their mother and sister/wife on the satellite. I wished I could have placed that call. My mother is gone, 5 years ago she lost her painful battle with Cancer. I guess I can always pray for her and be faithful that her soul is with me and listening. She was such a wonderful mother. I still feel her presence, I could still hear her words, her songs and I could still see her smile. She was my friend, she loved me, I loved her… I do!. I got that knot again! SWALLOW, SWALLOW.. I want to scream and cry, but I must conserve the water in the system.. BREATH! BREATH!. Oh hec! I can’t control it unless I change the thoughts!.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
We left the dock with the intention to spend one night out, anchored in one of the beautiful bays to give Richard one more experience in Mexican waters. We arrived in Maguey beach, clean the boat bottom that desperately needed it, swam a little more, Richard went spear fishing, but found nothing more that cute little fish with smiles, nothing to spear. It was dinner time and we were wiped from one side to the other making the stay an impossible idea. We pulled anchor and headed out to cross the feared, abominable Tehuantepec. Lets get it done!. We all agreed. About 30 miles passed Huatulco Matt had the bad idea of checking the bilge. Whistles, bells, red lights, flags, nervousness, foul words, silent prayers. It all went on! “There is water in the bilge, more than I have ever seen!” Matt said. The Captain then gave the order to turn around, we must get back to port. We arrived back in Santa Cruz at the Cruise ship terminal where we anchored for the night and spent the next day working on this issue. Well, I just observed as Richard and Matt worked diligently and professionally on it. My task don’t change much, I cook, I clean, I school, I keep cold water in the fridge and I just send my most positive vibes to whatever is being done. It is definitely easy having another capable man with us to help Matt. I think that if Richard was not here I would have been crying, frustrated with the boat, Matt’s frustration and my inability to help him and take care of the girls.
One of the many differences of being on land versus sailing is that every time you move from one place to another the thought of death is present, we must think of all the things that could go wrong and hurts us and decisions must be drastic. Just as I was doing my watch and everyone is sleeping down bellow, I heard a big bang and splash, something fell in the water, it was dark, the boat moving fast and I paralyzed, not knowing what to do, what we lost. When my senses returned I went quickly down bellow to make a head count. The kids first; checked, the men; checked. Everyone is still on board. Buckets; checked, kayaks; checked.. not many more things could have fallen. I still don’t know what it was, Matt thinks it could have been a flying fish that crashed onto the boat and bounce right back into the water. The terrifying thought was that it could have been me and know one would even realized until morning when breakfast is not served..haha. Well I hope earlier than that.