Jet travel in the season of sailing is…

La Cruze anchorage

…a completely uncivilized way of traveling.  It took us 5 months to travel 2,200 amazing miles by by sail.  A very human, civil and pleasurable rate of travel.  I have just traveled home and back. 5,000 joyless miles in 10 days by jet.  It took a couple of days for my soul to catch up with my body both ways.  I’m back in the floaty world now, back to going around barefoot in shorts and a T-shirt, going 6 miles an hour rather than 450.  And while Dorthy was right about there being “no place like home”, there is also not place quite like Mexico either.  I am truly blessed to be able to enjoy both, just not at the same time.

The Lobby at Paradise Village

The staff at Paradise Village in Nuevo Vallarta was extremely helpful, friendly and proficient but the place was over the top and just not us in many ways.  So we did what most cruisers do when things aren't just right, we sailed away...that's when the fun started again.

Now granted is was just 6 miles that we sailed, the distance from Nuevo Vallarta to La Cruz, but what a great romp in the waves it was.  When we left the marina the wind was only blowing just 6 kts but it quickly picked up to 21 kts and Malo was loving it.  It was so great to be sailing again as Bev and I took turns driving the boat and sharing the joy.  And then just as quickly as it came the wind died just 1/2 mile from the La Cruz anchorage.  So we fired up Mr Reliable, AKA Mr Rumbly, AAKA Rumble Fish, our beloved M35 Universal engine and motored the remaining distance to anchor.  

Malo is now in the La Cruz marina; Marina Riviera Nayarit and Bev is on her way to D.C. to shepherd her daughter Ada through shoulder surgery.  Meanwhile I'ill be working two list; one of boat maintenance tasks and the other of fun things happing in La Cruze over the next 10 days.  

The anchorage at Punta Mita