Tuesday, November 18, 2014

New England, Las Vegas and Time to head north

Location:  Nuevo Vallarta, Mexico (Paradise Village Marina)

We are finishing up our boat projects, doing maintenance and preparing to head north to spend the winter in the Sea of Cortez – north of here, between the Baja Peninsula and mainland Mexico.  We went and did some final provisioning this morning, Dave is finishing up a few more maintenance items and we hope to hit the high seas tomorrow morning.  Our first stop will be Yelapa, a small village about 12 miles south of Paradise Village – a short hop so that we can get our sealegs, make sure everything is working correctly and do some final exploring before we leave Banderas Bay.

Our last blog ended in San Miguel de Allende.  Dave left from there to go to New Hampshire and visit his father, James O. Herndon, who, unfortunately passed away on October 2.  Prior to his father’s death, Dave, his brother Pete and Pete’s wife Cathy and his sister Julie were able to spend some quality time with their dad.  All of the grandchildren (Ben, Erin, Heather and Amy) and the great grandchildren (Mariah, Maggie and Benjamin) were able to visit and tell their Grampy that they loved him and to share some favorite memories. 

From San Miguel, I continued on and spent a week in Ajijic, on the north shore of Lake Chapala, and then came back to the boat before flying up to New Hampshire to join the Herndon family.

Mural in progress in Ajijic

While we were in New England, Dave and I did some leaf-peeping in New Hampshire, Vermont and Maine.  The fall colors were really beautiful.  We spent our time driving the mountain roads, doing day hikes, enjoying the fresh air and exploring the small towns scattered amongst the White Mountains of New Hampshire, the Green Mountains of Vermont, and the Rangeley Lakes region of Maine.

Cog Railway train that climbs to the
summit of Mt. Washington, NH
(at the bottom)

Cog Railway train at the top of
Mt. Washington

View of the surrounding valley and mountains

View - hiking in Vermont

Hiking the ridge of Mt. Mansfield, the highest peak
in Vermont

On Saturday October 18, we had an Irish Wake at Pete and Cathy’s house to honor Dave’s father.  From there, we went into Boston for two days.  We stayed at the Mariner’s house in the North End, within walking distance of the harbor, great restaurants and excellent cannolis.   We did some touristy stuff including the “Duck Tour” which uses an amphibious vehicle to tour the city and the Charles River.

Tuesday, we headed for Las Vegas to join the annual “Divas do Las Vegas” trip.  This is a group of girls from Houston who make a trip to Vegas every fall.  We’ve missed the trip for the last two years so it was great to catch-up with everyone.  My mom, Louise, joined us from California.  We did a lot of gambling and walking, ate some good food and went to see Terry Fator at the Mirage.  We didn’t win any money, so we will have to go back next year and try to reclaim what we lost.


Getting ready to board the flight -
Boston to Las Vegas
The last week in October, we arrived back in Puerto Vallarta with my mom in tow.  She came to visit us here on the boat for a week.  We did a mix of fun things like going to the beach, going to happy hour and driving up to San Sebastian in the mountains south of here, along with chore things like food inventory and boat cleaning. 


Traditional dancers at the Paradise Village
Welcome Ceremony


Happy Hour by the pool


View of San Sebastian from the mountains above the town
View from our hotel room in San Sebastian

We also walked every morning, and, on one morning, saw a baby turtle making its way down the beach toward the ocean.  Since then, Dave and I have been walking the beach almost every morning.  We’ve seen baby turtles along with tracks of mother turtles who came ashore during the night to lay their eggs.


Turtle tracks leading to a new nest

Baby turtle making his way from the nest
to the ocean


Baby turtle - notice how small he is
compared to the bird track


And... he made it...

We have managed to complete a lot of boat projects this summer.  Our solar panels are mounted and operational so we now have access to free power when the sun is shining.  This will help cut down use of the generator while we are at anchor and will save us money on fuel and maintenance.  We’ve installed a bimini over monkey  island so that we have a shady place for happy hour and had slipcovers made for the interior cushions.  We also installed new deck mat on the swim platform.

We are both looking forward to being back on the ocean and cruising again.

Until next time…  
B cutting the new deck
mat for the swim platform

Installing the deck mat

New slip covers for the
interior cushions

Dave installing the
solar panels

View of the solar panels from monkey island

New bimini over monkey island



Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Mexico's Colonial Cities

Location:  Ajijic, Jalisco, Mexico

After Al and Patti's vacation, Dave and I decided to return to the mountains to explore some of Mexico's colonial cities and the history of their independence.  First we went to Guadalajara for a few days to plan our route and then we proceeded to Guanajuato, a city rich in Mexican culture and history.  Guanajuato was one of the richest gold and silver mining cities in the country and is now a UNESCO World Heritage Zone.  The city is built in a bowl between several mountains and consists of narrow, winding streets and numerous steps to get up and down the hillsides.  We rented a small house on the hill close to the El Pipila monument.  El Pipila was a miner who, during the war of independence, volunteered to set fire to the Alhondiga (granary) where the Spanish were hiding out.  The Alhondiga, being built of stone, was a strong fortress and the revolutionaries were having difficulty getting to the Spanish.  The story says that El  Pipila strapped a rock to his back to protect himself, made his way to the wooden door of the granary and set fire, clearing a way in for the rebels.

El Pipila Monument

The Alhondiga (granary)

While in Guanajuato, we enjoyed many of the historical sites, museums, activities and restaurants. The city is filled with gardens and squares, where it was pleasant just to sit and people watch. We'll let the pictures tell the stories of those adventures.

Burros in the city center
Looking up the hill at our rental house


The stairs going down (and up) the hill
from our rental to the city center
The same stairs, showing me part way down


A band playing at the Jardin de la Union,
the main garden in the city center.
The world's smallest mummy at
the Mummy Museum

Don Quixote and his faithful side kick
Pancho Sanchez at the Don Quixote Museum
Dave BBQing on our roof deck


A man selling cream puffs at Plaza de la Paz.
When he started the pile was about twice the size.

Student minstrel group, Estudiantinas, in front of the baroque
church of San Diego.  These groups would lead walking tours
through the side streets and back alleys of the city center.

One of the gardens at ex-Hacienda de San Gabriel de Barrera.
A group of students performing jazz at the Juarez Theater.

Guanajuato means place of the frogs.  When
you first enter the city, there is a fountain
surrounded with different types of
frog statues.



Dave and B in front of a small church in
Dolores Hidalgo
Dave and B at the Gene Byron hacienda.
A mural in Dolores Hidalgo depicting important
events of the Mexican Revolution.

While in Guanajuato, we also took a day trip to nearby Dolores Hidalgo, another important town in Mexico's fight for Independence.  This is the town of Father Hidalgo, the priest famous for the Cry of Independence "El Grito".

From Guanajuato, we headed to San Miguel de Allende (SMA).  During the mining days, SMA was developed to protect the silver and gold route from Zacatecas and Guanajuato to Mexico City.  Another famous colonial city, SMA was home to Ignacio Allende, a leader of the rebel army.  SMA is now a favorite spot for expats and artists (rumor has it that expats from 43 different countries make their home in SMA).  We took time to enjoy the historical sites, to explore the town and to take some spanish lessons.  During our visit, Dave received news that his father was very ill, so he headed back to New Hampshire to be with family.  We love you Dad/Pa/Grampy.
We'll let the pictures tell most of the story of our time in SMA.

Corn stalks along the road from Guanajuato to SMA.

View from the roof garden at our first rental house.

Puddy, Doofus and Dave relaxing.

La Parroquia de San Miguel Archangel

Piano recital at the Angela Peralta Theater.

View of the Parroquia.

Dave - First day of Spanish class.

B - First day of Spanish class.

A mariachi band playing in the patio area of the libray,
prior to the Sunday House and Garden tour.

Gathering for the Friday night cantina tour.
We toured five cantinas, with one drink,
either beer, tequila or mezcal at each.  Most of the cantinas
were places you wouldn't wander into by yourself
so it was great to go with a group.

Cantina No. 1.

Cantina No. 2.

A favorite taco stand on the corner near our first rental place.

A historic fountain with a mermaid sculpture.
Donkeys and horses used to drink here.  You
can see where their necks have worn away
the stones.

View across Lake Jalpa, where we went for a Sunday hike.

The bells at the Parroquia.  If you look closely,
you can see the boys ringing the bells.  Our second rental was
just behind the church.  The bells started ringing
every day at 6:30 so no alarm clock required.

Mexican bigger than life puppets and people celebrating
Independence near the jardin.

A huge "tinker toy" firework structure.

The top of the firework structure spinning.

Fireworks structure under construction.

The man loading the fireworks for that night's display.

Roof top garden at the second rental place.

Colleen and B, buying a rug direct from the "factory".
A good story to tell over a drink sometime.

A hummingbird in its nest at the botanical garden.

The dam at the botanical garden.




Until next time...

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