Today, we relax. Joe has offered up his services as crew in the local sunday regatta with some fellow cruisers. The guys have broken loose from dock 6 for a day of sailing, sunshine and good old carmeraderie. Oh yeah, they're racing too. I wonder if they remember that. I got the distinct impression that the regatta was just an excuse to do some swaggering aboard.

I have stayed behind to read and write and enjoy the solitude provided by being more than 10 feet away from my beloved for a whole afternoon. A rare occurrence when we're living on board .

It's quiet on the dock today. The fish periodically hurl themselves clean out of the water, as though in some unseen fish olympics, leaving an ever widening circular ripple on the surface. As I sit below I can clearly hear the crackling noise of the sea life beneath us. A sound usually only audible as we lay down for the night. Occasionally I hear the ringing click of a winch hoisting a trusting captain aloft to attend to some maintenance up the mast.

But mostly it's silent and peaceful. A sleepy day at the marina following our huge pot luck and shrimp feed last night.

Joe will return sun browned with his beer drinking arm well exercised and we'll both feel renewed from the break. Tomorrow we'll tackle the next project and move ever closer to our departure day to hopefully meet our friends on Kelp Fiction in Tenacatita.

Above is a photo they sent us and what we're heading to.