Say that in a Valley Girl accent. It’s kind of funny if you have a defective but overactive sense of humor, like me. A Valley Girl preparing to tell a very serious story about a potentially global life-changing event but saying it in the form of a question. I crack myself up. But yeah, that […]
Continue reading...19 March 2014
In high school, my Spanish teacher teased me incessantly about my shoes—more specifically, the lack thereof. Every time I saw him, he’d pause with a grin on his face, shake his head a little in admonition and say, “¿Senorita Quan, dónde están sus zapatos?” It’s not that I didn’t have any shoes, it’s just that […]
Continue reading...16 April 2013
We spent a month in Puerto Vallarta (pre-boat) a couple of years after I got hurt. I was still in a wheelchair and that’s the biggest reason we came–hoping that the much warmer climate and water might loosen up some of the scar tissue in my muscles and help get me moving again. The trip […]
Continue reading...5 April 2013
We were going to Puerto Vallarta one day, and got off the bus too early. Walked along the beach for a while and then took a shortcut up a dry riverbed to get to the streets. Really glad we didn’t miss out on all cool things we saw.
Continue reading...28 March 2013
One of the first things we saw after pulling into Paradise Village Marina in Banderas Bay, was a little African Queen-type tour boat that’ll take you deep into the mangrove swamps so you can maybe see some crocodiles. Eli was all, “That’s kind of cool, but we can totally do that in the dinghy for […]
Continue reading...27 March 2013
“If…anchorage…Duct Tape is on the rocks…,” was pretty much all I picked out before the VHF went crazy with static and people stepping on each other. We turned up the radio and started sweeping the far shoreline with binoculars. “Don’t know if anyone can help…looks pretty bad…please, there’s a boat on the rocks outside the […]
Continue reading...25 March 2013
Yesterday was for firsts–today, for seconds. Yesterday I surfed a new spot for the first time, right near the boat. It’s a long and rocky point break just east of La Cruz de Huanacaxtle. It was the first time that I ever had an entire surf session all by myself. It was also the longest […]
Continue reading...21 March 2013
Yesterday Eli and I were inflating our warranty replacement dinghy as a really nice catamaran was coming in to the dock at Paradise Village Marina. We walked over to help them and they tossed us some lines. I cleated off the bow so that they could use that line to turn the boat on and […]
Continue reading...13 March 2013
From the backlog: When we upped anchor in Turtle Bay, we came face to face with a weird looking section of 3-strand that turned out to be a Hockle [cue foreboding music]. Innocuous little word, isn’t it? Rhymes with cockle and is the equivalent of the blue screen of death for your anchor line. Worse, […]
Continue reading...11 March 2013
“Tamiko,” Steve called, from out on deck, “Need you to come up and take a look at this. Tell me what you think–we’ve got a little sailboat getting…pretty damn close.” Yesterday we decamped from the La Cruz marina and found a spot in the anchorage that’s fairly close to the breakwater, which is nice because […]
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