Favorite Pictures and thoughts on our trip



The Fearless Crew of the Tivoli



Philo's Restaurant with Philo and Leon



Blessing of the Fleet Celebration in La Cruz



The Parade Panga

Fisherman and his nets in La Cruz

The typical photo op on the usual beautiful beach with our favorite group.

We took a couple of days to relax in the anchorage here near Mazatlan.  When we are at anchor, it is quite different than at a marina.  This post is mostly self serving, for me to remember when I get home and have forgotten the things about this trip that make it special.  So, sights, and sounds... I love:
 The slapping of the water under the hull at anchor.
The loud nightly chatter of the critters under the boat, attaching themselves to our hull, it changes with location.
The slow rocking with the swell as it passes by.
The sound of the gulls, saying Owwww, Owwww, like I do.
Frigate birds circling overhead, never stopping, diving, never landing, catching fish on the fly with their beaks.
Boobies following the boat, diving in front, skipping across the water, heads down, surfacing with a fish.
The splash of diving birds just outside our portholes.
Spectacular sunsets and sunrises, almost daily.
Welcoming smiles of the local people on the streets.
Everyone says Hola.
Dogs sleeping everywhere, and they seem to know when a car is coming, get up and leave the middle of the street.
The iguana tree at the entrance to La Cruz Marina.
Everyone helps everyone, with everything.  Docking, information, books, drinking, snacks, dinners.
Leif and I saying "Excuse me" like a certain someone we met two years ago.
Friends dropping in and knocking on the hull as if it's a door, being polite.
Inviting anyone and everyone on board for snacks.
Tuna... with everything.
Kirkland tuna... not Mexican tuna.  Don't know why they can't can their excellent fish, but somehow it's like cat food.
Leif's positive and fun attitude, constantly.
Baby goat braying for it's mom as we passed.
Philo's band, pizza and the two stepping gringos.
Taco's on the street, best rib eye tacos ever.  Not what you'd think the name implies.
Mario's hair growing out as we stayed longer at La Cruz.
When all else failed, fish tacos at the yacht club.
Stars reaching the horizon when we sail overnight.
The Southern Cross up with the Big Dipper, Orion's belt, Little Dipper, North Star, Pleiedes, or 7 Sisters, and many many meteoroids crossing the entire sky.
Whales. Jumping, slapping fins, tails, surfacing, blowing.
Dolphins leaping completely out of the water, snorting.
Swordfish or sailfish slowly weaving under the bow.
Turtles floating with birds atop them, flipping over as we pass.
Sea snake, yellow and black, swimming alongside during the Banderas Bay regatta.
Rays leaping in unison.
Groans, creaks of the inside of the boat as we bash through 20 knots upwind.
Rhythmic pulse of the water maker, my favorite addition to the boat.





Mazatlan Anchorage, looking down from Isla de los Chivos.

   



Cute goat, reminds me of Woody.

  More later.