That's a long introduction for our overnite slug up North, from Barra de Navidad to Neuvo Vallarta in Banderas Bay. Weather forecast was rather mild seas and wind, both on the nose though. Tod caught a fish during Tessa's nap, we played, ate, and slowly got ready for evening watches. The wind had not calmed down (17 knots isn't much but when you are motoring straight into it, it's slows you down), and we had breaking waves over the bow at regular intervals. Down below the motion wasn't very pleasant. I'm now starting to think that Tessa was a rodeo rider in one of her past lives, as none of this motion seems to effect her ability to sleep soundly in the most rocky part of the boat, the V-berth.
|quite a struggle with this one|
Ah, and then at the end of my first evening watch, the tasty chicken tamale we bought in Barra ended up being not so lovely. Without getting into much detail, let's just say that food poisoning under way is super unpleasant. And this goes back to the blog title. From midnight till noon next day, my wonderful husband not only single-handled Bliss, but also took care me during the night, and Tessa in the morning, while I was of no use down below. He did this while he had slept less than 1 hour during the night.
Our sweet friends of s/v Believe had delayed their departure for one day to see us and play with Tessa. So after her nap, Tessa happily painted with Sherilyn again! And Tod got to enjoy his fish.
|for oma, pictures of tessa|
|"please wrap me up like a baby"|