Sunday on the Sayula

We spent all day on the Sayula, a 60 foot trimaran.  This was the same boat we were on for New Year’s Eve.  The day was sunny and warm but the winds were really blowing, so after leaving the marina in La Cruz, we put the sails up and headed north along the coast.  The twins, Ruben and Minerva, as well as their cousin Nasha were along.  Ruben has been on the boat quite a bit and happily scampered around and helped with lines.  It only took 10 or 15 mins before Trent started following him around and trying to help as well.  The boat is built for lounging and that’s what we did for most of the day.  I layed on my back on a pad and studied the ropes and lines and pulleys overhead and tried to figure out what each one did.   At one point Darrin, the captain and owner, tried to set anchor in a small inlet.  He wanted to take advantage of the big waves rolling in, to surf.  He tried twice but the anchor wouldn’t or couldn’t catch and we were pushed right back out. 

After lunching and more lounging we turned the boat around and started back.  At this point the mainsail and jib were up under strong wind and everyone put on jackets.   Despite the hot sun the wind chilled us out.  We rode swells up and over and down and  began to look drunk when we moved around.  Nasha, 6 like her twin cousins, did get seasick and then went below and napped.  Niko, an actor from New York, and Danielle, Rosina’s sister, took turns in the chair piloting the boat.  Despite the wind pushing us on, the boat  needed constant correction of the wheel to keep us on course. 

Out of the blue, literally, a whale rose up and started breaching.  What a show!  It was 100 yards off our bow, so we moved closer and closer to it.  There was only one that we could see, but fortunately it was a show-off.  It popped it’s head up and out a few times, then gave us 3-4  big  jumps completely out of the water.    Naturally not one of us managed to catch it with a camera.  By now it was along the port side.   It  blew a little water out its spout, gave a splashy tail wave,  and was gone.   Fantastic! 

As we were cruising back south two of the big lounging pads took flight off the deck and over the railing into the water.  Rescue time!  It took a bit to tack around and scoop them up.  Darrin lined up the boat so we sailed right over them.  Rosina, Darrin’s girlfriend and the twins’ mom,  waited on those small metal steps in the back of the boat until each foam cushion floated near and then grabbed them.  One was 10 foot by 12 foot and stupendously heavy with all that water.  Exciting to effect a rescue, but not as thrilling as seeing the whale. 

My friend Rosina is a competent first mate.  She has learned all the ropes and winches and can put the sails up and down and ties us off in the marina.  She let me help a bit, and wow did I feel old and weak! 

It was about 5, all of us sun-spent and chilled when we neared La Cruz.  It had been a great day and I was ready to go.  Trent had been asking to go home since 3, when the novelty wore off and he got tired.  I had taken him below earlier, for some rest time on a bunk with a blanket but he didn’t sleep.  The other kids slept a bit, down below or wrapped up and on a big pad.   Now as we neared port, Darrin suggested we stay out and have a sunset cruise.  What a good call!  All the kids were down in the cabin playing or drawing.  I carried Trent down and he fell asleep in my arms, so I wrapped him up and layed him on the couch.    The sunset was gorgeous and a fitting end to one of our best days in Sayulita.


The Corn Man Cometh

“Elote! Elote! “     

The Corn Man


When the neighborhood kids hear this, first they go running to find out where he is, then they race back home to get 10  pesos.  The corn man cometh!  He pushes a modified wheelbarrow through the streets, yelling out, “Corn! Corn!”  He keeps a stash of boiled corn-on-the-cob and has an assortment of toppings.  He offers  mayo, cream, chili sauce, grated cheese, lime juice and salt (no butter, but mayo? in this heat?!).  The local kids get everything on it.  Trent likes a drizzle of cream, lime and salt, and so do I.  You can also get  the kernels sliced off and in a cup.   I asked the guy how many pieces he sells in a day, and he told me 80-100.  


Ano Nuevo, Peinada Nueva

Trent’s Staph infection is beginning to clear, finally!  His beautiful face is emerging from behind all those crusty scabs.  The small, hard, spreading bumps near the wounds turned out to be fungal overgrowth from all the topical antibiotic.  What a relief!  While planning this adventure I’d researched several companies that provide emergency evacuation from 3rd world countries back to the States.  It’s usually for severe medical illness or injury.  Of course a simple skin infection does not require heli med evac!  But had the Staph entered his bloodstream?  Had he gone septic? At what point would I have to make the call between Mexican hospital and medical care and American? The lesions on his shins, arms and hands didn’t worry me so much.  But Trent’s cheeks, both ears, one side of his nose and all around one eye were dotted with blisters. Each day they spread, even after the start of antibiotics.  I started thinking about an exit strategy-what to do IF.  Was I being a nervous nellie, or just  a concerned mom?  They really aren’t so far apart!  We now have a relationship with the local English-speaking doctor, which is reassuring.  Here’s his link

We went up to San Pancho, 15 minutes north of Sayulita, yesterday.  We had lots of reasons to go.  One  was to see Oma, the twins’ grandmother.    I also wanted to  find out where the hospital was.  Another was to check out the beach. And the last was to have Patty cut my hair. 



with my “stylist” and friend Patty




New Year's Day Sunrise from the Boat


Trent and I were invited to go out on a tri-maran boat for New Year’s Eve.  It’s moored in La Cruz, which is about halfway between Sayulita and Puerto Vallarta.  We drove out at about 9 pm.  There were only a few of us: Rosina, the German neighbor who is mom to the twins, Ruben and Minerva who are 6, Darrin who is Rosina’s boyfriend and is the captain of the boat, and Trent and I.  We moored just out of the harbor which let us see the fireworks in both PV and La Cruz.  Oddly, PV is one time zone and Sayulita/La Cruz is an hour later.  Everyone knows about it and deals with it, except the tourists.  They forget or don’t know, and end up missing flights home.  There’s talk of changing Sayulita time to match PV next summer, during the slow season.   
It was lovely to be on the water with that rolling feeling and the salty breeze.  Our music came from a “party boat”  moored not too far, but not too close.   We just talked while the kids played and layed on big cushions until the first round of fireworks at 11, then 12.  Two shows for the price of one!  The kids immediately fell asleep and we weren’t far behind.     


It was a calm and sweet New Years.     




At first light we were up and motoring back to the marina, as Darrin had a group of 20 coming for a day-long cruise of whale watching and snorkeling.    


We spent a few hours at Punta de Mita climbing trees and looking for shells and then came home.  We have a new little wading pool for the yard that he likes to “surf” in.  


Trent picked up Staph in his mosquito bites when he splashed through the river about 10 days ago.  Not good. Staph can be a stubborn bug clear. Today is day 7 of oral Keflex and topical Bactroban.  It’s not spreading anymore, and the blisters have opened and are almost dried/scabbed.  But it still looks like its present and spreading subcutaneously.  There are small bumps near the closed wounds. Of course keeping him dry and cool is a problem down here.  Other moms have assured me it will run its course but it is hard to see him so banged up and marked.  We go back to the clinic later today for follow-up and I’m actually hoping for another round of Keflex.  The mosquitoes aren’t really the problem.  Because he’d never had but a few bites, when he does get one it swells and he scratches it until it bleeds.   Telling a 3-year-old not to scratch is as effective as asking the rain not to fall.  But I still try.
“Rub it just a little, okay?”  “But mama, I really like to scratch, it feels good.”  “Just rub it a little with your thumb, not your nails.”  “I like to use my nails, they scratch better.”     

I expected that after a week he would be nearly completely clear.  He’s not at all.  I worry that the Staph infection will progress and require IV antibiotics, or a hospital stay in Puerto Vallarta . Worst case I’d need to take him to the States, back to Idaho or to Grandpa’s in California.  This is one time I really hope I’m wrong and just being a Nervous Nellie.