Woke up: Zihuatanejo, Michoacan, Mexico
Went to sleep: Zihuatanejo, Michoacan, Mexico
Peter and I love sharing out outrageous life style with visitors.
Carol arrives at 3:00 pm. We’ve told her, “You’re on your own when you get here. Find your own way to the muelle (wharf) and we’ll look for you there.” She’ll have no ability to contact us once she crosses into Mexico. Her cell phone will be useless.
After breakfast we walked to the Super Mercado. In addition to Carol’s visit, we’re starting to plan and provision for our 200 mile passage back up the Mexican mainland to Santiago. Toilet paper, canned milk, almonds, animal crackers. The taxi back was 30 pesos. Peter retrieved our gas and diesel from Hilda. We’ll be ready to leave Zihuatanejo soon after Carol goes home. We’ve been here a very long time.
Our timing was close. We had just the right amount of time to put the groceries away and dinghy into the wharf. Unfortunately, just as we were leaving, the potable water pump began to run and would not turn off. What could it be? Are we out of water? Has the pump malfunctioned? Is there a leak in the holding tank?
Peter scrambled around trying this, trying that. He poured a spare 5 gallon jug of potable water into the holding tank and got the pump to prime. Off to the pier to fetch Car0l. “What if she’s already there and thinks she’s at the wrong location? Oh, dear, honey, step on it!”
We raced across the bay and arrived five minutes before a van with “airport shuttle” printed on the door pulled into the parking lot.
“Carol! So good to see you!” After a welcome margarita on the beach, we motored back to Penelope where Carol got settled into the spare state room. Peter cooked pork chops on the grill and I made cole slaw. We sat in the cockpit, cooled by an evening breeze, and watched the sun set behind the little town of Zihuatanejo. Welcome!