Call it harbour suck, or being stuck, or life. But we’re anchored in
. Still. La Paz
This isn’t all bad. In fact, it’s mostly good. There are a half-dozen kid boats here and Maia is enjoying a rich social life. And, for the first time, the girls are out numbering the boys. The kids have got a routine down. School or chores in the morning, then they meet at the playground at Club Cruceros in the afternoon. Throw in a sleepover, a beach clean-up day and a few other activities--and from the perspective of the under ten set, life is grand.
While the kids are doing kid stuff, the adults are doing all the things you’d expect them to do in-the-last-chance-for-civilization before four months of islands, beaches and more islands. Basically, we’re fixing stuff. And in Evan’s case it’s him we’re trying to mend.
He did one of those missteps that are awfully easy in the land with no smooth pavement and sprained his ankle. Which means he’s been the parent sitting in the shade, watching the kids play, while everyone else works. It’s an important role. But it means we still lack one water tank, haven’t quite got a functioning scuba compressor and have a few other items that need to be checked off before we head out.
On the good side of the scale it’s giving me a chance to knock off a few deadlines, so that when we do finally get back out there I can savour the life of an unemployed bum with way too much time on my hands, I mean a cruiser, for at least a few days. Before the projects start again.