I told my family I needed a month. I needed to settle - recalibrate, try to figure it out. Turns out three months later I am still unsure. I guess I should sail again… I connect with. a guy from France who wants to see the Sea of Cortez. Perf! Pack my things up and meet him in La Paz. We set sail north the next day. Some things aren’t aligning energetically and the battery on his boat cannot power Starlink as well as I need,.. Then the outboard motor shits the bed. He says we need to go to Marina Puerto Escondido to resolve all the things. A bit of anxiety hits as he is unaware of my previous sailing experience and that a former captain I sailed with (that became a thing for a bit) - lives in that marina… Whatever I think, doesn’t matter - what will be will be. I have to work and we need the dinghy fixed. The second day there Ruby has a seizure. I try to find a vet that will take emergencies but have no luck. I need help - and the most helpful human just happens to be here… I call Michael and as always; he is exceptionally supportive. Things the next day transpire to be a bit weird with my current boat captain so I end up getting off the boat and staying with M for a few days. We get Ruby to the vet and I plan to take the bus back to Todos. Apparently it is not as easy as I was told with a dog (Britt “winging it again). I end up having to rent a car; which was very expensive… Add it to the lesson book. Definitely grateful it all transpired in a safe space 🤍
