We've taken to writing in our journals again. Three years ago we started this wonderful practice after dinner almost each night. It was our first year in MX and it captured so many memories, that I wonder why we haven't kept up the practice. Yesterday the kids and Doug decided their journal entries would be poetry.
Doug's poem...
Poetry on the Hook
My pillow is a dolphin.
He mounds on my side and rolls over and under in tireless ease.
He presses down submerged in foaming blond curls then rides high on my cheek bone or dips under my chin.
He is light and cool from staying in the shadows of an underground room, and when my sweaty rose cheeks plunge overboard and sink in it's depths I feel fun run through my back and limbs like it did when I was just outside in the grass and rolling over my playmates with a football before Mom called us up to nap.
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About our family
- HanaCrew
- Home port - Puerto Escondido, Baja, Mexico
- "Skipper" Douglas loves being on the water whether it is the Sea of Cortez or the deep blue Pacific. Ann, aka, "the Admiral", enjoys living the boat life again "especially for the peaceful atmosphere and visually stimulating environment that surrounds us most days." Chandler thinks sailing is, "fun and we get to see lots of beautiful places." Henry Wyatt thinks living this close to fish is "cool" since he's the family fisherman.
Cruising out of La Paz headed north to Loreto
In the galley
A calm cruising day
Catch of the day
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