"By the way, your boat is sinking..."

 Our Morgan 33 has taken on some water, and not in a good way

It's probably our fault for feeling so smug. While many of our boat-owning friends had close calls and disasters here in the anchorage during Tropical Storm Jimena in September, we were congratulating ourselves for having stored our vessel safe and snug in a small marina in Barra de Navidad. But Hurricane Rick passed near enough to Barra, apparently, to dump quite a lot of water on—and in—her.


Our friend Fred, who lives in Barra and makes periodic welfare checks on "Bliss," emailed the Capt yesterday and mentioned that a few days ago he had found four inches of water inside the boat. Caramba!


So this morning I rushed the Capt to the airport in Hermosillo, and he'll be in Barra by tonight. In his luggage he's carrying a replacement bilge pump, just in case. The Spanish word for pump is...you guessed it! Bomba! If any airline officials ask him what he's got in his bag that's so heavy, he's going to have to tell them. Dos carambas!


Meanwhile, the First Mate is left to sweat the small stuff. With less than a week left to make our move, I'll be schlepping everything portable from our old place to the new one—dishes, food, bathroom stuff, small appliances, etc., etc. If I manage to coax any of our friends to help, especially if they have a pick-up, I might get more ambitious. Living like this, with half our stuff in one place and half in another, is stressful.

I just back from Hermosillo 15 minutes ago, and the Capt just called to let me know he'd landed at Guadalajara Airport. Guess nobody took him for a terrorista.