As I write, we’re checking out of Mexico.
Over the past week we’ve had more than a few Bon Voyage dinners; worked at the to-do list until very little left uncrossed off; and filled the boat full of (now rapidly ripening) produce. But thanks to an anomaly in the weather pattern we’ve sat in La Cruz waiting.
Contrary to the song—once you get over the fact you are powerless over the weather—the waiting isn’t the hardest part. Saying goodbye over, and over, and over is… But the flip side is I’ll take the bonus days with good friends when I can get them.
But it seems our bonus time is coming to a close. The trades are filling back in and the wind we need to carry us out of Mexico until we hit them should arrive tomorrow night or Saturday. Which means (dare I say it out loud??) we should be getting out of here soon. Ish.