Woke up: Tenacatita, Mexico
Went to sleep: Tenacatita, Mexico
Saint Patrick’s Day
Janny wore a green blouse. Eight of us dingied into La Manzanilla for a little bon voyage dinner.
Victoria and Quest are heading south to Barra de Navidad tomorrow while Penelope and Living Free are staying behind.
The little town was pummeled by yesterday’s rain. We were told 16 inches fell in 36 hours. The bay is brown instead of its typical blue green. The brick and cobblestone streets are laden with a thick sheet of mud. Tree branches, leaves, twigs and debris line the curbs.
Remarkably, the sun is shining brightly and the locals are busily sweeping and raking; putting their storefronts and yards back together. The shops are open for business, children are laughing while playing in the surf and life goes on after the storm.
But, the elevated wooden walkways and the dike which held the Croccodillos in the “zoo” are all but washed away and the Croccodillos are free to roam the beach.