One day you're sweating in the tropics and the next you're freezing your butt off in the great white north. Isn't airline travel magical? August 1, 2010, was the day that we formally left Canada to begin our cruising adventure. Seven and a half years later we returned to our home country and it's almost as if nothing has changed. Canada still has colorful money, there are still Tim Hortons coffee shops on every corner, and the winters are still…
I'll admit it, we had a dark couple of days surrounding the time of my last post. It's been a very long time since we haven't known at least the general direction that we should be heading, so having no plan or course was painful. Much can change in a couple of days though. Since my last post, there has been a shocking (to us) show of support from our friends and family. We have received numerous financial donations that…
Yesterday was a tough day for us and it had nothing to do with the difficulty of the riding. In fact, our trip from our friend Maureen's beautiful house to Paquera was physically quite easy. After we said our early-morning goodbye's to our friend, we had a nice ride on some quiet back roads to Cóbano and from there, we followed a relatively-quiet paved road right to the ferry dock. Not too demanding and actually quite fast. When we reached…
Your first boat, often more so than your first boyfriend or girlfriend, is something that is typically looked back upon with affection. So it was with our PDQ 32, the chariot that whisked us away from our Canadian home and started us on the adventure that we're now living. Many longtime readers seem to also look back upon that boat with warm thoughts, with some continuing to follow its whereabouts, paying attention as it passed from our hands into those…
It's a rare treat to have both time to write and a good internet connection with which to post on our blog. Thanks to the hospitality of our host, Alex, we have been blessed this combination, allowing me to play catchup a bit. To begin, Rebecca has been interviewed a couple of times recently and the first of pieces has now made its way online. In the interview, she shares her thoughts about traveling by both sailboat and by bike,…
Today is the final day of my 50th year on this planet. For months now I've had an urge to do something special before I turned 51, something epic. Perhaps this is what people refer to as a midlife crisis, I don't know. I don't think that I'm in any particular state of crisis, but I do often feel as if I have yet to achieve anything particularly monumental, something befitting such a significant landmark as half a century. Some…