Woke up: Chamela, Bahia Chamela, Colima, Mexico
Went to sleep: La Paz de Huanacaxtle, Bandares Bay, Nayarit, Mexico
We are heading north, rounding Cabo Corrientes and soon we’ll sweep east into Bandares Bay.
Tomorrow at this time, we’ll be firmly anchored in the bay outside Marina Riviera Nayarit. It feels like slipping into a comfortable pair of old shoes to be returning. It’s coming home to a place I want to be. We were here five weeks last year; three by myself while Peter was in Oregon. This is where Robin Smith and Lynda Davis came to visit me. From here we made our historic sailing voyage across the bay to Yelapa.
It’s so easy to be in La Cruz. The dinghy dock is 40 pesos; no more beach landings. No questioning whether we’ll be able to go to shore on any particular day. Showers are ten pesos. I haven’t had a shower except using a hose in the cockpit since before Christmas. The laundry lady picks up laundry on Monday and Thursday. There’s a small convenience store near the pool where people gather to visit at the tables in the shade.
There is much to do. Yoga every morning at 9:00 am. Saturday, Writers’ Group. Sunday, the flea market offers interesting food, music and people we know. Anna teaches Spanish in the VIP lounge Tuesday and Thursday. Finally, Friday, the locals block off a road near the square with their trucks and play volley ball in the street. This is where I learned to pronounce Huanacaxtle.
I get to enjoy La Cruz for three full weeks before I fly home to see my mom March 17. I feel happy today. It’s been a while.