(Sorry about the late post – we just got across the Golfo de Papagayo to a place, Marina Papagayo, where we arrived to discover that their internet access had failed just as we arrived. It’s still out, and then the water went out this afternoon. We’ll be in touch as best we can…)
January 1, 2015
Happy New Year! For our part, we’re damn happy, with the anchor down. After four full days of sometimes violent sailing from Mexico, it was a huge relief to find a sheltered spot, scrape off some of the salt, and celebrate the passage with a glass of tequila and lime – in honor of the great time we had in Mexico. We celebrated again this morning with bacon and eggs, salsa Mexicana, tortillas and champagne. Only Birgit was awake, briefly, for New Year’s Eve…
It was a busy 500 mile trip from Puerto Madero to the first secure anchorage we could find in Costa Rica. We got reports from Anita that we could expect 30 knot “Papagayos,” the strong winds that flow from the Caribbean across the low spots in Central America, but there was nothing to do but to keep going. We got exactly what was predicted, along with our first sights of the Southern Cross and the Magellenic Clouds, a Fuji-like smoking volcano in El Salvador, squid fishermen in rubber boats (no radar reflection), and lots of fresh air.
The quantity of fresh air got a little excessive, though. Every night for the last three nights we had winds between 20 and 30 knots, gusts to 40 now and then, with rough lumpy seas. Lots of work, some worry about rigging, sails and lines, plenty of water on the boat, on us and even in the boat here and there.
There’s a reasonable analogy between a pregnancy and passages like ours at sea. If anyone really remembered the awful aspects, they wouldn’t do it again. Mercifully, there seems to be a kind of amnesia that erases the painful and scary parts, at leaves the things that make the experience beautiful and unique.
Meanwhile, we’re heeled over from the gusty winds while sitting at anchor. It’s a cozy feeling, and we’ll spend the day with a leisurely schedule of cleaning up, making some minor repairs, and cooking a fitting New Year’s Day dinner of pasta carbonara. We still have to make it across the Golfo de Papagayo, but that’s only 50 miles or so. We can tough it out, and so can our lovely, strong boat.