Woke up: Zihuatanejo, Michoacan, Mexico
Went to sleep: Zihuatanejo, Michoacan, Mexico
Carol joined me on my walk up the road to the gate at the top of the hill this morning. She is such a trooper. I say, “We’re going hiking now,” and she packs for hiking. I say, “Off to the beach?” and she dones her swimming suit. It’s great to have a girlfriend on board.
Peter delivers us to wherever we want to go and then he’s freed up to do his own thing. We radio when we’re ready to be picked up.
Carol loves shopping. We walked to the Centro Mercado, stopping at every shop along the way. She can spend hours looking and never actually buying a thing. On the other hand, I despise shopping and I particularly despise shopping and not buying anything. But, I’m an amazing friend. I managed to follow her all over town, ready to scream on the inside, while smiling and nodding graciously on the outside. It’s just so great to have a girlfriend on board.
We dinghied to shore for dinner. We listened to the surf, sipped tequila and enjoyed another magnificent sunset.
Peter warned us we could be in for a rough wet departure. After dinner, bellies full of grilled garlic Mahi Mahi and flan, we cautiously inched the boat out into the surf. Peter coached us. “When I say ‘Now!’ jump into the dinghy. Susan, grab the oars and row us away from shore. I’ll get the motor down and fired up.”
To our awe and amazement we followed his instructions precisely and cleared the surf without flipping the dinghy upside down or getting completely drenched. It’s a miracle! Not luck. Pure skill. Thank you, Peter.