Much ado about May

Anchored in the beautiful bay at Isla Coronados

View from the top of the volcano at Isla Coronados.

Writing a blog is basically the same thing as keeping a journal or diary maybe with a few less personal details. The further from civilization we get, the more it becomes therapeutic. I love being out in beautiful remote anchorages and off the grid. It is so freeing to be able to unplug from cell phones, texting, facebook, email, ect. 

Bret holding the Frigot bird who flew into our rigging and knocked itself into the water. I popped up on deck to see what the noise was and saw her, wings spread, floating next to the hull. Although sea going birds, they cannot get wet as they have no oils on their feathers. We put a call out on the local net and within minutes we had a small rescue opp in place. We would take Lucy to the dock where a car would take her to the local vet. Bret wearing our kitchen mitts to avoid losing a finger in Lucy's(nicknamed by the rescue team) large snapping beak. A few days later we received an email saying Lucy was doing well and would soon be released. 

How does one on a budget send flowers to mom on mothers day from another country?

1.) Ask the man who owns the shop if you can take a photo holding the most grand bouquet.

 2.) Post the photo to facebook and tag mom. Happy mothers day mom. Your the best mom ever!!

Visiting the dermatologist in La Paz. Thanks Doc for a job well done.

 We saw this on a wall in a back alley short cut to the mercado.

Translation ..."Counsel from the Air (or universe)

Every time I think I'm important, a fly arrives and say's

You are nothing"

 I guess Chevy's do run forever. This one ran on charcoal briquettes and grilled the best burgers in LaPaz

Last sunset of the cruising season in marina La Paz.

We woke in the morning to the bugal of the Mexican Navy in formation. 

Towing local boys around the bay in Agua Verde. 

Practico mi Espanol todos los dias...um poquito... Apparently caped super heroes must help short people cross the dirt road at 10 km per hour.

Dinner with SV Loomba Loomba on the beach in Agua Verde. A three sided beach shack transformed daily into a delicious Tacqeria

Maria is making fresh tortillas for our fish tacos.

The mini super in San Everisto is in the family room of one of the locals.

We were able to buy some fresh produce and a few Coca Lights.

We hiked with friends from SV Agave Azul to the top of Isla San Francisco where we found a climbers log hidden in the rocks.  

 

.We all took a moment to write a note to Emily Pickering, the journals originator.

Isla San Francisco is one of my top 3 favorite anchorages! The water is crystal like the Caribbean, without the rain and the wind. We hiked to the top of the highest peak for a 360` view( AWESOME!). Having the island to ourselves on the 3rd day we decided on the hike back to host our own episode of naked and afraid bending the rules slightly and allowing for flip flops and a sombrero. I spent both mornings diving the reef for more fish to spear. The water at night has been glassy and prime for Bret's favored night dives allowing us to share an amazing meal with 2 other boats on board the Motor Yacht Trinity Rose. 

Shell beach at Punta Chivato. The white sand here is replaced by miles of sea shells.  A beachcombers paradise!

A tip from the sea lions Sometimes its best just to float on your back..fins up..in the sun 

 The month was filled with blessings and yet at times I  allow myself to succumb to frustration. The wind picks up in  mid afternoon and the swell can sometimes rolls into the anchorage just as I commit to starting a project. I don't mind the waves, but is it to much to ask that the waves wait for me to finish what I need to get done? Needless to say we both soon realize how ridiculous we are being. Another opportunity to turn it over, let go and realize I am not in control.