While sailing to George Town, Exuma, Bahamas, we discussed our near term plans. In a bizarre twist, we had purchased tickets for a cruise out of Miami to go to the Bahamas over St. Patrick’s Day, which also coincided with my birthday. A curve ball was thrown when my mother, Virginia, was hospitalized for a weeklong stay followed by rehab. Mom and Dad had previously sold their house of 53 years, and needed to close within the month. Things were happening fast that needed our attention elsewhere.
George Town seemed a logical place to leave the boat as it is populated (2000 people!) and has an international airport. We anchored the boat there as we could fly to Miami easily, and it is quite a safe place with a very tight knit sailing community.
We arrived with our buddy boats, Pepper and La Luna. Pepper was heading south to the Caribbean and ports beyond. La Luna was heading back north ultimately to the Netherlands after 6 years of circumnavigating the world. We thoroughly enjoyed our time with Pepper (Nov 2015 – March 2016) and La Luna, we learned so much from them. They also helped us so much it was tough to say “goodbye” even though it may only be a while before we catch up with them in the not too distant future.
We took the plunge and went on the Salty Dog Cruise featuring Flogging Molly and Fishbone with an overall theme of ‘ethnic punk’ out of Miami to Nassau and Great Stirrup Cay, then back to Miami. Think 3 day concert instead of cruise to the Bahamas. Oddly enough, those cabins and bathrooms on the cruise ship seemed damn near luxurious compared to the cabins and heads on our Taswell 43’. My friend Debz and her husband Tim joined us on the cruise from Dallas and that made it extra special.
Then it was off to Dallas for me to help pack, move and get my parents situated into their new apartment. It was a bittersweet week saying goodbye to my childhood home and hello to a new apartment for my parents. Moving, closing on a house, getting everything set up is a challenge and it’s never easy. But it was satisfying helping my parents get moved and situated. My cousins really stepped up to the plate to jump in, pack and move all of their possessions. Thanks, Janet, Bill, Nathan, Ryne and Gordon!
My one night out on the town in Dallas included seeing my BFFs from college, who coincidentally have become involved with the Ochre House boys, so it was like a special treat to get together with Matt, Carla, Kevin, Earl, Julie and others. I was able to sneak a couple hours with Susan and Mike, who provided me with a CD his band recently released which is awesome. I honestly wished I had booked my trip back to George Town at least 2-3 days later to give me more time to finalize the move, but also to get caught up with all my friends in the Dallas area.
Flying back from Miami was interesting. While waiting I ended up chatting up the Prime Minister of the Turks and Caicos. The plane was full and abuzz with people ready to start their weeklong vacations. It felt odd to be going “home” to the boat, Mike and the dog, in the Exumas. I split a cab to the Government Dock, took a water taxi to the boat, and settled in after taking the dog and the dinghy to the beach.
What awaits is a mystery. It’s taken us far longer to get this far in our sailing than we anticipated. We have an alternator that has seized up and is being rebuilt, and some mail to be delivered Tuesday afternoon. I doubt we will get out of here until late next week. So in the meantime, I am enjoying the view and the activities at the beach.