Month: October 2018

We were told by sailing books and puddle jumpers of years’ past that we should come prepared to trade. Supposedly, locals would come up to us in pangas and offer fruits, vegetables and fish in exchange. So, in Mexico we purchased baseball hats, fishing lures and toiletries that we could use as bargaining chips when… Continue reading Two cucumbers

We bought our first sailboat, a tiny 15 foot Coronado, from a toothless fat man in a white unmarked van outside of an empty Westminster parking lot. For $500. Trailer and sails included. To say Bravo is an improvement on that first choice is an understatement. Andy and older sis figuring out how to re-rig… Continue reading From Stagecoach Reservoir to Fiji: Sailing chronicles of a Tica 

There are 2.1 billion people in the world without sufficient access to potable water, and we are two of them. A lack of access to potable water invokes images of women and children walking for miles with jugs over their heads or shoulders, arid landscapes, and families gathered around questionable sources. The image we don’t… Continue reading Lessons aboard: what sailing has taught me about potable water