March 05 Friday Chacala Bay
A miscalculation of the time zone got us up well before sunrise. Too late to return to sleep, we traded the hour of sleep for a long coffee hour while waiting for first light.
A 7-hour motor-sail up the coast finished with our arrival at Chacala Bay. It was an easy dingy ride and shore landing, and Bob and I began with a slow walk along the bay’s beach. This is a distinctly resort for locals, and it warmed my heart to see so many families about: dad’s building sand castles with their sons, moms exposing their daughters to the thrill of riding your first wave to shore, and young couples holding hands as they beach walk. I wonder what they are saying to one another and how their relationship will turn out.
An hour later we grab some shade under a palapa and enjoy a snack of chips and salza and a cool one. As the sun lay close to the horizon we returned to RD, fired up the BBQ, and enjoyed our chicken dinner. We watched the sun set below an uninterrupted horizon. Watching the sun set is our religious experience of the day. But the fabled green flash (a rare but real phenomenon – I’ve seen several) was not to be seen tonight.
Over coffee in the morning Bob and I reflected on our choice to stay or leave. On the one hand this village is so perfect it’s easy to wonder why anyone would leave. Perhaps Hector (see previous blog) has it right. If we stay we could know the town in a few days. We would learn our favorite breakfast spot, a sight or two to visit, our bar that would be “Friends” to us. We would meet locals, get a sense of the culture, meet a few expats, watch the rhythms of the day and night and enjoy the process of “becoming a local.”
But wanderlust has its pull. There are sights we have not seen, and possibilities unknown to us just up the “road.”Our time is finite, and the cost of staying here is not experiencing the possibilities just ahead. We agreed this is a first-time exploratory trip and that we will shortly up-anchor and reach for the possibility ahead. It is a close call; this is a village where I could stay forever. Chacala Bay is perfection.
I’ll mark this spot on the bottom of the boat so I can find it if I ever pass this way again.