Although we are in Mexico, this part of the Sea of Cortez is not very warm in the winter and has strong Northerly winds blowing through. We are still sleeping with duvets, have our oil lamp burning at night, and our fans have not been needed much. We have played on the beach, but no swimming yet. We will have to sail several hundreds of miles south to experience that in January. And that will happen when the time/winds are right.
Is it something about traveling in a different culture that bonds people and make them pull up chairs and share stories, laughter and drinks, independent of the mode of transportation? On our first and only night in a tiny RV park in Mexico on our drive south, several RV'ers invited us over for happy hour, and made us feel welcome, just the same as we experience in the boating community.
|Tessa and I made holiday decorations with pine cones from our land travels|
|Tod and Tessa prepping the cookie dough|
|Lighted boat parade coming back in the marina|
|captivated by her new toys|
|" and she is coming down the mountain", Bliss driving from the boat yard,|
ready to launch
|Ready to splash|