Woke up this morning (still in the marina) to 69 degrees amd sunny skies and a 10 knot wind. Our coffee maker finally turned up in a box marked "last minute packing for Milagro" as well as our delicious 8 o'clock coffee so I brewed a pot and we took it up on the deck. Just beautiful! The air is fresh, the coffee delicious and the water sparkling.
I spent the rest of the morning on housekeeping duties, cleaning Buddi's cage, washing dishes, making our bed and generally continuing to put things in their places. Larry has another plumbing job; the shower sump which draws the water out of the shower stall and down the drain has been less than satisfactory. It is noisy when it works and that is only part of the time.
I stop at 11:30 and shower and dress for the ladies luncheon, a monthly gathering of mostly grinogos whose sole purpose is to get together to meet, greet and eat. This month there were over a hundred ladies of all shapes and ages, both land lubbers and boat people, and we met at a French restauran called La Boheme just off the Malecon. We started off with limonade and shopped at a Christmas Bazaar set up just for us. Beautiful crafts and clothing which I admired but didn't buy as we already have too much "stuff" on the boat.
Lunch was an avocado and cream and shrimp starter, Caesar salad, Coq au Vin (I had a veggie substitute), garlic bread and chocolate mousse for desert all for 120 pesos or less than $10. A new acquaintance and I decided to walk the 2 1/2 - 3 miles back to our marina and it was a great walk. We had a a stiff breeze off the water and lots of good conversation. That was the sublime.
Now for the ridiculous. When I got back to the boat Larry was knee deep, literally in sump pump mess. I had planned to do laundry, actually a pleasant way to spend a afternoon. The laundry room is pristine and with soft drink and snack from the marina store and my kindle I can get clean clothes and a couple of hours under a palm tree. But no, my duty was to vacuum out a bilge type area then rinse it with disinfectant and water and then rinse it again with fresh water. It was a yucky, yucky job, but certainly not as bad as Larry's! Three hours later he is just back from a third plumbing store run trying to get a hose or connector that fits. Oops, I just heard a bad word! It's a good thing Buddi doesn't talk.
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