Category: My Sailing Logbook

August 30 / My Sailing Logbook
*From Mexico to New Zealand aboard a sailboat. These are the dairies of one year cruising in the Pacific. 01/March/2013 I walk across the hotel’s luxurious corridor coming back from the toilets to the dock. It’s like 7am, my hair is a mess as usual, and I am wearing my pijama shorts still when I pass the main entrance of the Mayan Palace.   I show my ID and with the electronic key open the door, enter to the port. I walk fast and light signing for myself  "The Cat Empire" ... we believe ... we support ... living life cuz…
August 13 / My Sailing Logbook
24/Feb/ 2013 - Nuevo Vallarta, México. This would be the Final Test. There it was on deck, made of plastic and with wide rims (looked quite comfortable in fact), nor as large as those big home depot containers  but not too small. Just the right size for... The very moment to decide if I'm going to cross the Pacific aboard En Pointe is this one. Tom wanted to have a “serious talk” before I come live aboard. I was a little nervous at first, I thought I would talk about passports, insurance, expenses, or perhaps permission signed by my mom,…
*From Mexico to New Zealand aboard a sailboat. Now from ashore I transcribe the diaries of one year living on the sea. 17.Feb.2013 La Cruz de Huanacaxtle, Nayarit. Mexico. Between ships and land shores, ports and docks, between going or staying… wandering. Among all the chaos of coincidences and new people, I met a man named Tom, who starts with T as Tulia, as Tita, Tus, and Tila back home in my parents’ house. Among he saying:  I will cross the Pacific and I am seeking for crew.  Paul's idea about advertise myself on the radio gave result and I…
June 25 / My Sailing Logbook
Sailing logbook 2/17/2013 La Cruz de Huanacaxtle, México 2013 The first “sailing experience" is over. I came to the coast to spend those two weeks learning to sail. Rather of learning how to handle the sails, these days have been about recognizing the exact strength and wind direction as a skill that begins to develop in me. I have seen whales swimming alongside the boat:  Looking with big eyes out of the water and breathing hard. Now I swim to the coast as a natural pace, like someone that is going to do groceries in corner's store  and back. A…
June 10 / My Sailing Logbook
*One year trip from México to Nueva Zelanda aboard En Pointe and other sailboats. 15 /Feb /2013  -  La Cruz de Huanacaxtle. México "Sexy 26 y/o nurse  looking for a boat that takes her out to the sea" - Perfect Tulia I'm sure there will be a bunch of sailors in the port lol. - Well,  better tell me what I should put in the ad then... Romany Star’s captain Pablo helped me to print ads for putting them  in the marinas around Puerto Vallarta. He says I should try announcing myself on the radio too, it feels like announcing…
 2/10/2013  - Bahía Paraíso, Jalisco. I weak up.  I 'm locked in a compartment. There is a bed and a wooden little door is imposing distance from the rest of the boat . I feel that everything is rocking from side to side , but we are anchored… still in an open bay. There is a sound of animals scratching the bottom of the boat, Paul says they are shrimp and when he sleep ashore he misses the sound. I dreamed a lot, I had dreams of guilt with my mom and my sister, then I dreamed of my friends…
*From Mexico to New Zealand aboard a sailboat, now I post the dairies of one year cruising in the pacific. Nueva Zelanda, 2014  {Day 3 of 30} For M: Do you remember when we used to go for walks? you took me my arm, and closed your eyes you walked with truth, I was taking you and stillness and silence was everything. I never told you, but I was closing my eyes too.  And I never knew who was guiding  whom.   For S: I remember when I fall in love with you. It was in Guanajuato and for those…
New Zealand, 2014 {Day 2 of 30} Today looking at the calendar I realized ...  I've been in this house almost two weeks. Repetition. There is something beautiful about being held in a place:  the small changes of the everyday that surprise me. I think any kind of life is an adventure and traveling is just one of many ways. I even think sometimes "travel” is overrated, clearly a catalyst for inner processes in so many ways. Yet if not living with freshness, is the same as having any other way, just an exotic one. And you can live with…