Monday, February 9, 2015 Fortuitous Encounter

It Woke up:                     Zihuatanejo, Michoacan, Mexico

Went to sleep:             Zihuatanejo, Michoacan, Mexico

Cleaning for Company

My friend, Carol Mozet, whom I met 15 years ago when we lived on Molokai is flying in from Seattle tomorrow.  This boat hasn’t had a good cleaning since we left La Paz three weeks ago.  It’s time.

Sunday we took laundry to Hilda.  This morning Peter retrieved it.  Today I will clean from bow to stern and tomorrow we will walk to the Super Mercado and provision for Carol’s visit.  It’s a three day process to get ready for company.  But, we love having company and we work together with shared excitement to prepare for a visitor from home.

Fortuitous Encounter

I met a woman on the beach today, Carol, who became nostalgic as she revealed that her father, John Edwards, had created and built the company that produced Hans Christian Yachts.

Peter and I have lived aboard our 38-foot Hans Christian for almost eight years.  We love this boat.  She is beautiful to look at both inside and out and spectacular to sail.  She is both elegant and remarkably sea worthy.  Of all the boats we’ve seen and been aboard, we’ve yet to find a single boat we appreciate as much as Penelope.  So, it was with exhuberant delight we met the woman who’s father started the company that built her.

We sat down over dinner, and Carol told me the story of her father’s love affair with life, travel and adventure.  “He looked at the world as an adventure.”

“Dad graduated from Long Beach State as an educator.  He believed education was vitally important.”  He taught middle school electronics in southern California and often took underprivileged students from his classes in central Los Angeles sailing to show them a different perspective on the world.

His other passion, sailing, boat design and rebuilding and outfitting boats inspired Mr. Edwards to create a yacht that was both sensuous and seaworthy.  Inside, the abundance of teak, the soft curves, numerous hand holds, rounded corners, intimate spaces and efficiency meant time spent aboard was both safe and luxurious.

Carol’s parents met on a blind date in Los Angeles.  Carol was 10, her brother, Conrad, 12, when her father moved the family to Japan.  Most quality boats, such as the Cheoy Lee which the family sailed, were being built in Asia at the time.  Mr. Edwards spent a great deal of time visiting boat yards and boat building facilities and eventually commissioned a manufacturing plant in Taipei, Taiwan.

Over the next 20 years, Hans Christian Yachts produced close to 1,000 custom built yachts, 33-, 38-, 43-, and 48-foot in length.

It is with profound gratitude, Peter and I spent an evening, sharing our stories and enjoying dinner with Carol and her husband, Max, on the beach of Playa La Ropa, Zihuatanejo, Mexico.

A little bit about the namesake of our vessel:  Hans Christian Andersen (1805 – 1875), the Danish poet and play write, famously wrote of a mermaid who was willing to forsake eternal life for the love of a prince in The Little Mermaid (1835).  He was well renowned for children’s fairy tales intended to teach and inspire.  The Emperor’s New Clothes, 1837, comically portrays a proud, but foolish, king who presented himself naked for the sake of brandishing his splendor.

We had a visitor.  A blue billed booby. . .

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About Susan M. Gierga

Everyone already knows everything there is to know about me. I wear my heart on my sleeve. To learn current details. Visit my blog, CruisingwithCaptainPeterandtheAdmiral.
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