Monday, January 24, 2011

The Marina Vacuum

We've now been in marinas for two weeks (or has it been three?) and we don't know where the time goes.  First we were in Paradise Village Marina and we have since moved to Marina Riviera Nayarit in La Cruz de Huanacaxtle, about 40 kilometers from Puerto Vallarta (it's even in a different state - PV is in the state of Jalisco while La Cruz is in Nayarit).  

Marina Riviera Nayarit in La Cruz de Huanacaxtle

The exciting part for us is that we're tied up right next to Wendaway, the boat that's owned by my brother, Mark, and his wife, Wendy.  It was truly an unforgettable moment when we saw their beautiful boat slide down the fairway towards where we were waiting to grab their dock lines.  It's not just the family ties that makes our relationship so close - they're both remarkable people with whom we have so many shared interests.  Spending time with them is one of our most valued activities.

Something happens to time when we're in a marina.  Not only does it go faster but it changes.  Sure, there's the physical difference of being in the Central time zone - two hours earlier than Pacific time - and that takes some getting used to in of itself.  When we're at home, we usually wake up about 10 minutes after sunrise.  Here, 10 minutes after sunrise is almost 8am meaning we've lost a major part of the day already.  Granted, the sun doesn't set until almost 7pm but typically cocktails start at 5pm regardless of how late it was when you woke up.

There are other, more subtle changes to time as well, though.  Being in close proximity to others who have so many shared, similar experiences to your own, there is a unique bond that exists.  This enables you to stroll down the dock and begin a conversation with almost anyone, even complete strangers.  Friendships often develop this way and before you know it, you might be making plans with someone for some local expedition even though you had only met minutes before.  The minutes evaporate quickly and become history as the Marina Vacuum consumes your time.

This is not to say that we nothing to show for it, though it is precious little.  We did get to see a spectacular production of the Ballet Folklorico that was produced by Amalia Hernandez at the Teatro Vallarta, a beautiful venue.  It was truly an exquisite production by professional dancers doing mostly traditional dances, however, there were several that were unique in style and portrayal of Mexican life.  In particular, there was one dance of women with rifles, their usually smiling faces stern and their marching across the stage forceful - profound, moving and beautiful all at the same time.

We've made new friends and learned new games.  We're fixing things on the boat and Corie is getting some surfing in.  We might eat and drink too much but at least Ruthie and Corie have been diligent with their yoga.  I spend too much time on the computer, trying to find parts and figure out how to get them into Mexico.  On rare occasions, I update the blog.  If I can find the time.


  1. Maybe the "giant sucking sound" that Ross Perot heard was coming from many Marina vacuums.

  2. Cliff and crew on Freya say HI. We are back home now. Have some good pics of your boat on that bash up to Frailes. My email is Send me something and Ill reply with your pics.


    Here is a link to the pics Andrew took:

    If you can find my facebook page, there are more
    Cliff Johnsen in chico.

  3. must be in heaven. Rutea in Mexico with Wendaway tied up next you! It doesn't get much better than that. Enjoy!

  4. By the way, that is a GREAT picture!