|Lunch and margaritas at La Canoa|
We eat out very infrequently. When we do, we try to make it an event. During one of our walks around town, we took a table for lunch at a beachside restaurant called El Faro where we were waited on by Jesse, the owner. Jesse once lived in
|Derrick sampling a fried cricket|
On Saturday the weather looked pretty good for making the passage south to
. We were mildly concerned because it was going
to be windy, but we would be sailing downwind.
By 1130 we were out of the harbor and on our way south. The first four hours were great sailing with winds
at ten to fifteen knots and moderate following seas. In the late afternoon, the wind piped up to
fifteen to twenty knots and we shortened sail.
The seas were building to six feet ore more on the starboard quarter. It wasn’t the most comfortable ride, but we
were happy to be making way under sail. It
was almost when the
wind died and we had to resort to motor sailing. Matanchen
It was a dark, moonless night and the stars were shinning brilliantly. We were amazed by all of the celestial details we could see. Looking low in the southern sky it was a treat to see the Southern Cross, a constellation we have seen before but only when visiting the tropics. At about three in the morning, our friend the moon peeked over the horizon and helped light our way. Dawn approached just in time to help us navigate through the unlit fishing boats pulling in their nets. By 0930, we were at anchor in
. Matanchen Bay