Last night, we were talking about seeing a Facebook post from a friend sharing that his two teenage boys had just discovered the hilarity of Abbott and Costello’s “Who’s of First” routine. We decided to gather around the computer and share this treat together. Lily rolled on the settee laughing while I admit to a fascination that they could make this joke run so long. Somehow, this lead to watching an episode of The Brady Bunch. No, not exactly the same category of entertainment but Lily is fascinated with our childhood access to afternoon television programming. The Brady’s were loading up the station wagon for the first ever family camping trip. The boys were not entirely happy about including the girls. They scared away the fish away and were sissies about noises in the night. However, it was one big happy family by the end of the show because they brought friend chicken and weren’t so bad after all. This lead to the evening highlight of an episode of Laverne and Shirley. Laverne and Shirley got invited to a fancy dinner party but needed formal dresses. Squiggy offered to escort them and was offended at their rebuff that he, too, lacked sophistication. “Well excuse me,” he said in his nasal lisp. “I would have worn my tuxedo but my polo pony ate it!” I made a mental note to use this line in the future when Randall comments on my wearing the same dinghy t-shirt yet again that week.
It was brutally hot here when we first arrived but a cool front arrived this morning and it feels great now. We pulled into Nana Juana a couple of days ago and got tied, med-style, to the dock. It is a little tricky getting on and off the boat as the plank does not quite reach all the way to the deck and we have to hike over the bow rail to get aboard. I say tricky just in case I end up falling. Anyway, we have a great view of the river from our cockpit every night. Plus, Lily is enjoying having Molly, Will and Jake to hang with. We will be here a couple of weeks before hauling the boat out into the boatyard.
The Rio has an quite varied mix of residents. There are those who live here year around because they love the local culture. There are those who sail out of here for the season but return each summer to dock their boats in an extremely safe and inexpensive Caribbean hurricane hole in order to travel back home or inland. And then there are those who meant to leave but didn’t. As one cruiser said, “It is a place where cruisers go to lick their wounds.” I won’t consider us true wound-lickers until we have spent out third unplanned season here.
Right now, we are just here for a few more months of pleasant Rio revelry – the music of jake brakes at night, the smell of cow shit and fried chicken in Fronteres and the happy company of fellow sailors from all corners of the world to make you feel like you really don’t have to sail that far to enjoy exotic company – you just have to find where they go to drink and lick their wounds.