A "Frangipani" along the path to the village during the rain!
Tuesday, July 22, 2014

A Day In The Life

Rain, rain go away! Ugh! Sunday night the rain came in to stay, so Monday was a day of laundry, home school, cooking, and various boat projects. *Bob and Anne on Charisma ( another boat from San Francisco that we have just become friends with) came over for dinner and I must say, we had a fantastic meal. It's weird being away from any kind of a store for this length of time as we all are here. It takes careful planning as you try to stretch things for as long as you can. I make bread, I make yogurt, I sprout, I bake desserts, I feel like a friggin pioneer woman! Just as you get the first meal cleaned up its time to make the next...such is life with two hungry boys on board.
*Bob - in a former life - was an instructor at the Olympic Circle Sailing Club (OCSC) in Berkeley, California. This is where Larry and I took all of our sailing classes '94-'96'ish. Small world!!

So now that it's Tuesday and it is still sputtering rain and we said screw it, we are going in to the village. We won't melt in the rain! We have all kinds of supplies that we have brought for the village nurse, Batai, who will have a much better idea as to who could really use them; cloth diapers, formula, diaper creme, baby cereal, baby clothes, antibiotic creme, fungal creme, scabies treatment, antibacterial soap, ringworm treatment etc... Batai is no where to be found however, and come to find out he is off to the other village helping with eye exams. One of the catamarans here is called Vision, and Vision just happens to be owned by an Irishman who is an ophthalmologist! So Jimmy, along with his crew mate Carol, are going around doing eye exams and donating eyeglasses and medication when needed. Perfect we said, we have been carrying approximately twenty pair of prescription eyeglasses for sometime now! Jimmy has the ability to measure them and know their exact strength and properly prescribe them. Cruisers never cease to amaze us. They give of themselves so freely. Not in the name of religion, not seeking money. Just as ambassadors of goodwill. So, when we have been called "sailboat trash" in the past we just chuckle to ourselves thinking, you really don't know cruisers at all.