Sailing the Karina C

We are right in the throes of “Unholy Week” and things are going OK at the marina. The staff has upped their security presence and things around the marina is just fine. Last night we were kind enough to feed the bobos. In the morning we had a scratching good time. Fortunately, for both of us, the bites were in places we could easily get to.
On the boat front, we decommissioned the outboard today. We bagged the Genny halyard and rinsed some more gear. Tomorrow, I swing into a higher gear as I need to take the exhaust elbow off and move the water lock a bit so Omar can work on things Monday.
Anita has been looking for a apron for Mom. She has one for our place, but it is getting to be necessary around Sunrise too. We will look in Guaymas on Tuesday or Wednesday when I take the truck for an oil change in Guaymas. If not, we will get some typically Mexican fabric in town and see what we can do back in Canada.
Anita here:
One of the things we noticed down here is how the seagulls have learned to fish from watching the pelicans. Same seagulls as in Canada, yet they fly over the water and suddenly dive bomb in for their target. Well, around here, Jay has become a seagull, so to speak, as he learned from other cruisers to reverse the pump and suck every last bit of air out of the dingy. What a huge difference this makes in storage space. Jay’s dad always called Jay Pete the seagull when he was growing up, but we thought that was just because of his healthy teenage appetite. We have been working on shutting down the boat in the mornings and enjoying the pool(comes with our moorage) in the 86 or so degrees afternoons. The pool has been choked full of kids as it is holy (or is that unholy) week. (Unholy as the Mexicans head for the beaches and get a week of no hangovers, as the tequiulla just continues to pour down their throats.) However, the wealthier ones that stay at the hotel and share the pool are sober. The Mexican children are very respectful and family support is huge here. Though the pool was full of kids, the swimming was more pleasant than last year when we shared the pool with just one American kid. That kid was so loud (we called him fog horn), that you’d think a mob of them were there. Mom had no control, as the kid sassed her back and jumped in on top of swimmers. It is refreshing to see the respect and kindness of the children here, and the kindness that follows these people as they become adults.