We are back in La Paz, slip 318 at Marina Palmira, our home until the first part of January when we'll head over to the mainland. Oh, we'll take trips out to the islands or just out to make water but this is where we'll call home for the next two months.

We can't even begin to tell all the stories that happen out here or explain all the cool things. As I sit here writing I keep thinking I need to tell the story about the rescue at sea, the boat that was sinking (not ours); the story about meeting up with Sea Raven again; the one about meeting AJ from Colorado on his Gulf 29 and then again when he had Linda his girlfriend with him; our reunion with Steve and Charlotte on Willful Simplicity who finally got back out on the water and made it to Puerto Escondido; or even the story about when I snorkeled over the big group of manta rays. But, it is just so hard to relate all of what happens out here because everyday it is something or two somethings. Our days are full and the evenings just as full as we watch sun sets, moon rises, falling stars or have a gathering of others from the anchorage.

I guess if there is really anything that you need to know it is that this is the best life, we are happy and blessed by God everyday by his abundance.