Tag: Sailing

December 30 / Poetry
Splashing waves crash in the port while tourists on waterproof jackets are passing.
In the distance, cars get lost in the curve, of the only street of this village.
They pass.
People pass stepping puddles and passing clouds leave puddles on their way.
Words on the air pass being dragged by mouths while the gulls cut them with their winged passing.
Another day of summer passes.

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 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…
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…
May 17 / Sailboats
…If you wish, remember that my wings Are water And there is no water without waves And no waves without a shore where they crash… “I need to write again” I said to myself. I've been  inhabited by islands, birds and waves. I've built a world in the wind. I've been condensed from salt water. I got lost in the mountains and I got found in the seashells. I've been passionate. I've overflowed indifference. I lived to swim while the smell of the earth was still under my nails. I wanted to never come back . I've returned  or pretend…
April 19 / French Polynesia
Reappear in the world after a one month blink. Time that was lived  in "no place" because there was not a single nigth spended  in the same geographical coordinates as the night before. An intense journey from the moment the coast of the American continent disappeared in waves. A shock of impression when realizing “there was no turning back here”... but then ... then the silence ... a pause in life, a break from the pace of the man’s world.  A puse to observe the moment itself… The calendar said it was Sunday when we saw the shadow of something…