Woke up: Chula Vista Marina, Chula Vista, California
Went to sleep: Chula Vista Marina, Chula Vista, California
What Happened to Captain Peter and the Admiral?
It’s a stunningly beautiful day for a sail on San Diego Bay. The cloudless sky is aqua blue and the brilliant, warming sunshine glistens on the water. Peter and I are underway, if only to the San Diego Bay entrance buoy and back.
Six months ago, I left La Paz, Mexico via Alaska Airlines, in route to the US of A. Our friend, James, had flown into Mexico several days prior to help Peter and Penelope bash north up the Baja Peninsula to San Diego. I left them to the task.
Following two season in Mexico, with minimum consternation, Peter and I agreed to cruise southern California for a while. For the first time in two years we have a mailing address – 550 Marina Parkway, Chula Vista, CA 91910.
Chula Vista Marina/RV Park is a lovely vacation destination people save and wait all year to enjoy. We have access to the pool, hot tub, deli, exercise room and regularly scheduled social events because we live here.
Chula Vista, a town of 200,000, lies 10 miles removed from the hustle and bustle of San Diego. Within a very short bike ride, I can easily visit Target, Michaels, GNC, Walmart, Costco, the mall, AMC Theater, Office Max, Sprouts, Albertsons and a U.S. Post Office. Our domestic needs are satisfied within a 5 mile radius.
Cruising, by definition, is a transient lifestyle. As my regular readers know, there are many, many things to love about sailing the beautiful waters of the Baja Peninsula, the Sea of Cortez and mainland Mexico. But, the familiarity of a single domicile simplifies life and reduces stress immensely. Knowing where to find the peanut butter aisle at the local supermarket is a treat.
As soon as we arrived, Peter got a relief captaining job on an 80’ charter fishing boat, The Constitution. This took him out to sea almost 24/7. He slept at home only one night in seven weeks. It didn’t take long for him to lose interest in being up all night, dealing with crude fishermen, and being away from home so much. He quit on Labor Day.
In his absence, I removed the varnish from Penelope’s exterior using a heat gun and scraper. It was an enormous project but I kept after it, finishing with four coats of varnish after 5 weeks’ work.
Soon Peter landed a real job. He was snapped up in a heartbeat by BAE Systems. The interviewer proclaimed the scarcity of machinists who can actually operate a lathe.
I am a substitute teacher for Coronado Island and the Chula Vista School District. The schools are so desperate for “guest teachers” I could take three assignments per day if it was physically possible. I work every day.
I love being in the schools. I love the smell of glue and crayons and construction paper. I love the tidbits of knowledge posted on every wall and flat surface. I love the sound of children at recess. I love to hear kids I know say, “Hello, Mrs. Gierga!” when I pass them in the hall.
I am an excellent teacher. Despite the opinion of one snotty 8th grade girl, I explain things well. I provide applicable real life examples. And, if somewhere along the line some kid remembers something I explained, I will have touched a life.
We choose not to own a car. We don’t really need one. With the moderate climate of southern California, walking, biking and the trolley are completely reasonable modes of transportations. And, there’s always Uber for long distance travel.
Certainly, we intend to visit Mexico again. We hope to venture even further south into Central America, the Panama, the Bahamas and even Hawaii next time. Peter is fastidious about maintaining and improving the systems aboard our beloved 38-foot Hans Christian sailing vessel (S/V), Penelope and I, too, look forward to going again.
I’m learning to speak Spanish. This 60-year old brain is slow to pick it up but I stubbornly work on it each day. When we return to Mexico, I’ll be able to get to know the locals on a more personal level once hablo espanol.
Until next time . . .