**NEW UPDATE** S/V Beach Flea is going to be fine. Through a combination of SSB networks, Iridium Sat phones, email, and lots of volunteers–Beach Flea has the information they need to carry on, and carry on they will. We’d like to thank all of you and if anyone gets left out, apologies…it’s been a little […]
Continue reading...17 May 2014
“Hello, I remember you from last year.” It was the last night of the insane 9-day, round-the-clock fiesta that marks the celebration of La Cruz’s founding. I turned away from the stage, where adorable 5 year old girls were re-enacting hula dances from Lilo & Stitch, to see who, in this great crush of people, […]
Continue reading...7 April 2014
We love Charlotte, Eric, Cora, and Lyra. They are our friends and our lives are better for having them in it. After Lyra was born, we went with them to the Registro Civil, and acted as the necessary two witnesses who attest to the fact that a) this woman has been pregnant and b) she gave […]
Continue reading...31 January 2014
“Katrina’s gonna be calling you later,” says my husband. I’m standing at the stove, trying to make some atole, because truthfully—I feel like a dog turd that’s been sitting in the sun for three days. Comfort food is totally warranted in this case. I know, ‘cause I looked it up in 2014’s latest “How To […]
Continue reading...9 June 2013
This is not the post that you thought it would be. You might expect me to complain about the drinking habits of boaters. It wouldn’t be out of character if I did. I’m not. I want only to explain. We have friends, quite a few here and along the way, that subsist mainly on alcohol. It’s […]
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...8 March 2013
Even though Mag Bay is certifiably ginormous, there’s not a lot of buildup, so to speak. It’s chock-full of scenic wonder and amazing wildlife and not much else. Awesome for relaxing and recharging your soul and all, but kind of inconvenient when your frickety-fracking whatisit finally gives up the ghost and there is NO HOPE […]
Continue reading...4 March 2013
The first time I met Hans (S/V Lifee P. Baker), he was adrift in a dinghy out in the middle of Cruiseport Village Marina in Ensenada. We were heading the opposite direction, toward the laundromat. “Do you think he needs a tow?” I asked Steve, as we watched Hans trying to resuscitate his outboard. “Wouldn’t […]
Continue reading...18 February 2013
I might not have found the Octopus’ Garden Cafe (El Jardín del Pulpo) in La Cruz De Huanacaxtle if it weren’t for the anemones in Monterey, Ca. I know that that’s a crazy statement but it’s true. In Monterey one morning, Eli and I were laying on our stomachs on the dock with our heads […]
Continue reading...18 October 2012
As you may know, I enjoy frequenting cafes. I’ve grown acquainted with a retired man who also visits the cafe who lives across the street from the one that I go to most often. He has three topics of conversation. Ten percent is current news. Another ten percent is bad jokes. The other eighty percent […]
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