Goodbye Nuevo....



Heartbreakingly beautiful morning, and we are leaving.  Actually, as I post this, we are docked in Marina Del Rey - but that is a story for a later time.  We picked Jeff up at the airport, and did the last minute chores to get ready to leave.  As the dredging had not been done in the channel yet, the guys were trying to set departure at high tide in three days. Although beautiful, red sky at morning meant that today was going to be a bit rough out in the water.  So we shopped for food, climbed the mast a couple times ( notice the royal "we") and tried to cram in 20 hours of chores into ten.

Rosa brought the family down to say goodbye - we both cried and promised to call each other.  But that means I have to improve my Spanish as she doesn't speak English.  The kids are learning it in school, and Pedro speaks it well enough to do his job and be a good friend.  He said I lost my Spanish when I went north....

Fabian and a young Huichol boy - his dad was making our "elephant"....and Fabian made our last tacos.  He and Fernanda were married in May, last year, and opened this restaurant to immediate happiness of the tourists and locals around.  To them, all the cruisers in the marina below them were family - just another example of the warmth and love of the locals.  The mom and dad Huichols set up their stand near the restaurant, and they were put to work at the restaurant.  The night before we left, a group had a birthday party and Fabian and Fernanda cut cake for all of us - tourists, too.  Tourists would take cabs to find the place and end up spending more for their cab, as the tacos were about .75 each....and wonderful.  It was tough to say goodbye to them.