Tulia Gonzalez Posts

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,…
August 8 / Creative Challange
{Day 15 of 30} I disappeared from Internet. I am back for a while to the archaic times. The rhythm of the days was given by the strike of a laptop along with any intention or concern to procure work, write, or even post on Facebook. Two weeks in the city of Auckland, a small apartment built on the base of a volcano. Out from the back door I can see the sloping hill covered with trees and grass that once would have been a fiery path of volcanic rocks. Those that are still under my feet. N wrote me…
August 4 / Creative Challange
{Day 14 of 30} They were waiting for at the bus stop in Auckland. I left the village waving from the window with my right hand to a group of elders who came to say good-bye. It was a long trip, a rainy and unexpected warm day. It reminded me of my college days when coming back from Guanajuato to my home town at the end of the week and one of my parents used to picked me up at night from the stop.  Here, in the other side of the world, two big Maori guys wating for me. They…
{Day 13 of 30} Will I remember this place?  The mountains? Shall I look around  wondering for the pine forests ... the sheep, visits to the river? So far, the only place I feel sometimes nostalgia is for the Marquesas Islands, Nuku Hiva... if I strongly close my eyes and remember when we being welcome from the open sea. And it's enjoyable, this nostalgia, to felt it so far... “Remember” from Latin re-cordis:   through the heart again. But Taumarunui is different. A village that has come out of the fog to give a welcome hug me for months and I…
*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…
{Day 11 of 30} There are days like this one, when I said -I slept too much. I opened and closed my eyes in the morning ... feeling a sensation of have missed something that I do not know. It is winter. It rained all week, a thin, continuous pouring rain. But this feeling of sluggishness may not have to do with it... And on days like this when the direction of an internal map is missing (and yet does not mean being lost) that feeling instantly takes me by surprise.  As who inspects a foreign object for the first…
June 29 / Creative Challange
{Day 10 of 30} No, is not what you imagine ...  Standing in front of a group of 40 old ladies in an old house drinking tea. And in terms of Taumarunui, little town in the mountains of New Zealand ... this is a Women's Club.  Today they gather to listen the talk of a Mexican who came for some sort of coincidences ... I wonder if this is only in appearance and there are more mysterious reasons behind this meeting of so many old ladies ...  maybe they make secret plannings to invade the village with pastries , planting…
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…