Bliss for Helen
13 January 2018 | Bahia Brasilito
Helen/Mark
Up early as we are still on Eastern Time. Had a lovely relaxing breakfast to start our day. Mark zipped up the sail cover and we tidied up the boat. I washed a couple of our jackets that were salt sprayed. Caught up on emails using Tep wifi. Thanks for all the lovely emails, especially from Lawson Cook who sent us several pictures of our sailboat going thru the Panama Canal. Mark posted one of them. What beautiful memories. Got our snorkel gear on and went in the water. Mark was trying to swim down to the anchor which was in 26 feet of water, but couldn't find it. It has to be buried under the sand bottom. We each spent time scrubbing the hull until the big waves got the best of us. Showered and had lunch, which was leftover pizza from yesterday's lunch. We kept watching the swells go into the beach and wondered what it would take to successfully take ours to shore. We found the right combination and landed perfectly. We pulled the dinghy up on shore and tied it to a tree. A ton of people at the beach today. In most places, they can park their cars just off the tree line. Walked all the way along the beach to where the Westin was located. It was off limits to those not staying there. There were tables set up giving massages and one lady, Sofie, told me $10 for half and hour. I was so ready for a break and that was such a heavenly experience. I think she gave me much longer than half an hour. Was able to connect with her lineage. She gave me a big hug! Mark took a stroll to the end of the beach and got us some water. We walked back to the dingy. The beach walk was wonderful. We were thinking that the crashing waves would hinder getting our dinghy off the beach. But we were able to walk it out past the breaking waves and I got in the dinghy while Mark held us in position. Then I was able to start the motor and Mark climbed in and we were on our way back to the boat. Got wet so we hosed off and are taking a break to create this blog. Will do some more exploring along the rocks in a different direction, tomorrow.