Here We Go Again For us, it was like being back in the trenches; Chris head down into our bilge, covered in oil and diesel while swearing like a sailor… which I suppose was appropriate. It was our first day back in La Cruz de Huanacaxtle after limping our way from Isla Isabel...
Isla Isabel, The Galapagos of Mexico The morning light painted the sea in glistening glass, shattered by breaching dolphins and our bow slicing through the water like a hot knife in butter. I was physically and emotionally exhausted but managed to pull myself together to...
Life in La Cruz The morning light had come all too soon - didn’t we just crawl into bed a few hours ago? It was 9:00 am, and our days of waking up with the sun were seemingly behind us as we settled into our “routine” in La Cruz which consisted of hanging out all day and all...
Hola, Yelapa The morning sunlight poured through our stateroom portlight while the smell of burning coconut husks wafted throughout the cabin. Cleo was curled up in the quarter berth next to Kenna’s head, as content as could be while Chris quietly moved to the galley to start...
Our Own Slice of Paradise We had been anchored in Banderas Bay for a month and had settled into a routine: wake up, go to shore, do chores, rendezvous with Lusty and Sitka for nightly shenanigans, stay up way too late and repeat. It was like summer camp, but one that seemingly...
A Cultural and Spiritual Experience La Cruz de Huanacaxtle definitely holds a special place in our hearts. After all, it was where we spent a good chunk of our 2023 cruising season. Not only does the town offer lively music, incredible restaurants, and a laid back vibe but it's...
Hola, La Cruz The warm smell of fire and jungle wafted through the cabin as the rising sun painted our interior golden. Our family had left the day prior, leaving just Chris and I in Chacala. With no more schedules, we fully sacrifice our plans to the wind and tides opening the...
Mission Accomplished “Alright, just look for the painfully white people” Chris said as we paddled closer to shore. The water was still as my paddle cut through it, doing my best to keep up with my darling husband. It still didn't feel real: that morning we had woken up in...
The Long Haul (Part 3) Cabo to Chacala My jaw ached from hours of tightly clenching, while my fingers grew numb from white knuckling the companionway that I had braced myself within. It was February 16th, 2023 and We were crossing the Sea of Cortez from Cabo San Lucas with our...
When “Imitation is the Sincerest Form of Flattery” Doesn’t Ring True In this day and age, everything is a remix of something that came before and that’s okay. Social media is full of trends that are just remakes of something else, but collectively brings people together - that...
