Three weeks in Mexico now. And what a three weeks it’s been. The short story of this post – we’ve cut the shorelines again. That is, the lines that tied us to the rat race in Australia… albeit a lovely rat race, still the rat race it was, living in and contributing to a system that is destroying the world and all its inhabitants. Not a system I wanted me kids to grow up in and think that that’s the way to go. If we keep going with the status quo the Western world perceives, there won’t be much future for our children to put it plainly.
Since our last sailing adventure, when we cruised the Med for three years on a Moody 425 with a toddler and a new born, five years have passed. Five years of growth, insight, soul searching, topping up the kitty and indulging in the relative comfort that land life brings. But that’s not what we are made for – to seek comfort and let our minds and hearts fall asleep while we accumulating the illusion of stuff. So, off all that went.
Shivering and trembling anything that didn’t fit in one of our five suitcases went through the garage sale to the charity shop. Once having navigated successfully through all the painful, and painfully expensive Covid loops, we hopped on a plane;
- were warmly welcomed by old friends in Mexico City (‘cause when you follow your heart things just fall into place), tried to handle Covid as graciously as possible (don’t expect international travel without getting infected…);
- got a car in Mexico (… a story could be added here!);
- navigated some of the dubious Mexican road blocks (note – the only real scary story happened when an off-his-head drugged ‘gringo’ aka North American retiree stormed into our rented apartment in Puerto Vallarta… Mexicans have been nothing but lovely!);
- reconnected with the awesome sailing community in Barra de Navidad (and community it is like ) and are now pausing after the first 1,000 km of road tripping in the beautiful vicinity of Puerto Vallarta waiting to hear back from the first offer on a boat we put out.
The journey continues including here, on Facebook and on Insta is where you can follow us. With love and light, and courage in my heart I embrace another day. Without the business of rat race life there’s more time to sit with what’s real… and it’s scary at times, elating at others, incredibly alive always.
Reblogged this on Dini Martinez and commented:
First impressions of our second chapter as a sailing family from my other blog.
sounds exciting and everything else but boring. Good luck, lots of joy and especially happiness! 😉
ihr wollt wieder SEGELN ! Wunderbar. Hoffe ihr findet bald ein geeignetes Boot.
Liebe Grüße Ute
Oh exciting times!