We are back from Mexico, where we took a few flights and a ferry to witness our friends exchange vows in a beautiful beach ceremony. For the whole week we were surrounded by lovely known friends, new friends, family, friendly beach dogs, cats with opinions, and chilaquiles for breakfast. We had a great time.
And now, as Paul says, back to the grind of our vacation life. We arrived Monday night, took a taxi (with a quick stop at a grocery to buy a box of fresh veg, we left our fridge and freezer defrosting), were dropped off at the locked gates of a marina that we shimmied through, loaded up the dinghy, rode back through the glassy and clear water; the windless night under a moon rising. We arrived to our favorite girl Tintas, unloaded the dinghy, plugged in the fridge, discovered our broken sump-pumps (still pumping but not sumping), our broken water maker, showered on the back deck and then fell into a deep sleep.
A boat not in use is a boat that will break, so we spent all of yesterday fixing what we could and making lists for the rest. And today, finally, after a second night’s good sleep at home, we were able to resume our morning swims.
In today’s swim, a large southern ray near our anchor change was covered in sand with just his eyes showing. We spent the next 35 minutes swimming laps over him, while I imagined a little kid in a batman mask alternately saying “I am the batman” and also “you can’t see me”. It feels good to be home- Today we sail to St Thomas to pick up our mail, and then in 10 days or so we’ll head to St Martin, and on and on and on.
More soon dear friends,
Lindsay and Paul
TIBURON MARINO 