Sea Turtle statue |
Peggy's
Post:
This is the first time we have stayed more than just a few days in a
marina. We have been here in La Paz at Marina Palmira for 3 weeks, and it has been interesting to discover marinas are miniature
communities. There are cruisers who are the old timers who have lived here full time for years. There are snowbirds who have come every winter
for decades. There are those, like us, who are here for just a few weeks.
Finally, there are transients, who stop just long enough to purchase
fuel, provisions, and water before leaving to cross the Sea of Cortez
for Mazatlan or Puerto Vallarta (a 48 hour sail). Everyone does their best to make newcomers feel welcome.
Marina Palmira with breakwater in background |
There are
expensive marinas similar to country clubs with every amenity imaginable. Then there marinas that provide the basics like the one
we are presently in. There are also cruisers who anchor out in the
bay choosing to have no services. This last group described us in the past, except on weekends when we would go into marinas so we could go to church. So lately it has been fun and different to belong to a "neighborhood" of boats.
View of the boardwalk to downtown-about a mile |
The
best part of sailing is meeting new people. We
have enjoyed going out to dinner, always a great way to get to know people and try the local cuisine. Trading dinner invitations on each other's boat is also fun, but seating is tight on “Little Lara”! Since most sailboats are larger
than ours, new friends often invite us to their boat, while we bring
the food.
Every
morning at 8:00 AM we listen to the “La Paz Cruiser's Net” on our marine
radio. The host asks if there are any emergencies, any new boats to
the area or any boats that are leaving. Then the mic is open for
announcements of activities from the different marinas.
For example, during the holidays there were announcements for a Christmas
pot luck, donations of food staples for local families, request for volunteers to fill Christmas bags with toys and candy for needy children, a farmer's
market, a musical jam session, a yoga class, Mexican train dominoes,
a folk singer performance, a celestial navigation class, and a swap meet. Enough activities
to keep us busy every day!
Maybe one of the boats is missing its mast? Hurricane damage. |
Then the radio mic is open for
people to tell about items they have for “swap or trade”. The
host always is careful to inform listeners that in Mexico it is
illegal to sell anything, unless you are a Mexican citizen or have a
business license, so you can only trade things. It is always
interesting what people have to swap. For instance, today someone
had a mast with sail and roller furling... we were curious what
happened to the boat that formally went with the mast!
The marina also has a 'Cruiser's Lounge' which basically is a room with tables, chairs and hundreds of books. It has a TV, a coffee pot and the most used item: a wireless WiFi router. So the lounge is used a lot as people log on to check the sailing weather, email, stateside news and update blogs -- like us.
The Pearl of La Paz on the Malecon |
We have managed to stay out of the gossip but that too is part of every community! We have also enjoyed going to Church on a weekly basis and getting to know the members. They have been very friendly and accepting of us.
The RS (and departing missionary) in La Paz |
We have loved being
part of this new 'family' and will be sad to say goodbye, but we are
looking forward to continuing our adventures exploring the waters teeming with sea life and the deserted islands of the
Sea of Cortez.
Selfie from the top of the mountain overlooking the bay. |
Out of the night that covers me,
ReplyDeleteBlack as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be,
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have winced but not cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance,
My head is bloodied but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears,
Looms but the horror of the shade.
And yet the menace of the years,
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
"Invictus," by William Earnest Henley
I always liked this poem, thought you might too. Love you Birdie
PS. Fair Winds and Gentle Seas !!