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San Miguel de Allende

This is a city of artists, writers and a lot of ex pats. We were told about 15000 live there year round. Our approach into the city was a bit chaotic plus I was struggling with airbnb and a reservation we had. Needless to say, our first impression was not a good one.

Our plan was to stop for lunch somewhere with wifi and confirm the address of our place in Queretero but by the time we got settled it was too late in the day to get back on the road. So we now had the problem of finding a place for one night in San Miguel. We were feeling road weary and grumpy. We popped into a little cafe called Cafe Oso Azul for some homemade yogurt and granola for the kids and a coffee for me. We must have been there for some time as the owner approached to see if we needed help.
We explained our predicament and after a few minutes he graciously took us to his apartment and that was where we stayed for the night. What a lovely man, his name is Jen, he his Danish and has been living there for 18 years. His apartment was great, just down the street from the main market.
In San Miguel we walked and walked and walked. The city is hilly, the jardins numerous and the churches are gorgeous. We bought a BBQ chicken, some tortillas and had a great feast. In the evening we went to the square for a wander, G bought a hat from the hat man and mariachi bands were playing everywhere. The hat man first started trying to sell Nick a hat and when Nick asked for a specific one, he dropped all his wares and said he’d be right back. So there we were with all his stuff in the middle of the plaza. When he was coming back Nick pretended to be selling them yelling,”sombreros, barato, barato”. It was pretty funny.
The kids remember the tacos and a parade that we decided to join. A group of people were singing, all dressed in baroque style, following first a burro, then a man who had a costume on of a paper mâché woman that stood about 10 feet in the air. Then there was an older couple walking together and then the rest of the parade. We walked down a few streets to an entrance to a restaurant where everyone started to chant for them to kiss. “Beso, Beso”. We still don’t know what it was about but it was fun. By then it was almost 11pm and although the streets were still busy with people strolling, we called it a night.
The morning brought a beautiful sunrise and we went up on the roof to feel the cool mountain air and drink coffee. A lot of life exists on the roofs in Mexico. Firstly, it is where all laundry is hung, it is also where the dogs and cats tend to hang out. We watched the merchants waking up the city, opening their stores and having a chat with the passersby. We also watched a hot air balloon floating over the city. Very cool, I never realized how loud the fire is or how big the flame is. I think I would like to try that.
We went to a gallery and artists studio on the outside of town called Fabrica de la Aurora, it is a massive old textile mill that now houses artists from the area. We could have spent hours there, we spoke with a few artists themselves, looked at a wide range of styles and I almost bought a painting from a local artist named Azuela. The painting was very vibrant and depicted typical rural life in the area around San Miguel. I felt rushed so I passed on it but I’m now kicking myself.
There are only a few inland towns that I can see myself living in and San Miguel is one if them. Everyone was so friendly and it just has a really good vibe about it.

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Food

 

When we were planning our trip I was worried about what we would eat, how much to take, and how to keep it all cold. I had spoken about this on an earlier post and it is one topic that people asked me about when we got back. It was challenging and I don’t think I have it quite figured out yet. I had made a complete meal plan for each day right down to snacks and once on the boat I promptly put it away and never looked at it again. It was a good guide though, to help me prepare before we left.

I don’t like to use processed foods. I grow my own garden and prepare everything from scratch. This is hard to do on a boat. Also, I am a vegetarian, the rest of my family is not but I do all the cooking. It was also really, really hot so we all kinda fancied easy, cooling foods. So all the meals I was thinking of had to please everyone on minimal ingredients that could possibly be used in other recipes. It was alot to wrap my head around, I am more of a fly by the seat of my pants kinda girl, not a planner.

First, I perused the internet looking for “boat friendly” recipes, tips on what to avoid, etc. Then I had to look at each family member and include some of their favourites plus omit things I know they won’t eat. For example, the girls like beans (tinned, English baked) but not my homegrown cooked mexican style beans. Plus, you can’t keep leftover beans on a boat with minimal refrigeration, they get stinky really, really fast. So I compromised and ate baked tinned beans even though I don’t care for them. One tin could be eaten in one sitting. I then created a list of things I knew I would need, the basics, potatoes, onions, etc. Nick wanted to buy tinned potatoes. Gag. No way am I eating potatoes out of tin. Thinking of it gives me the shivers. Imagine the texture. Gross, gross, gross. Plus, we only were going for 2 weeks not 2 months. Once I had an idea I made up a list for each day and used lunch the next day for leftovers. One of the girls saw the list and commented that they don’t really like to eat leftovers. Could I just make a fresh meal each time? Seriously? Have we met?

I started with breakfast, I knew we would eat big each morning and then kinda pick throughout the day. I made pancake mix, cookie and biscuit mix before we left so on the boat I only had to add an egg/ powdered milk and we were good to go. We brought unwashed eggs from our own chickens as they keep longer, and most breaky meals consisted of eggs, fruit, beans, and toast. For the first couple days we had milk so the girls had cereal until it ran out. I also made granola and brought that along. We had a strawberry, peas, lettuce and kale haul from the garden so that was on every plate in the beginning as well.

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We never had a regular lunch. I was just picking at whatever we felt like, tomatoes and avocados with chickpeas, sandwiches, fruit, or chips with salsa. The girls snacked on cheese and crackers, tuna and veggie sticks. I had a snack container under the table that anyone could grab from throughout the day. It was filled with corn cakes, chips, nuts and dried fruit. The chips ran out first, naturally.

Dinner was a bit of a kicker for me. It was always late, felt hodge podgy and unorganized. It was always after we dropped anchor, had a couple drinks, had a swim, and then just when I would like to relax for the evening everyone would be hungry. I probably could have avoided the feeling of drudgery by not having a gin & tonic first but Nick told me that once the anchor was dropped it was imperative to have a drink and watch to make sure we weren’t dragging.  Aye Aye Captain!

So here’s what I made: burgers and fries, tofu and veggie stir fry, chickpea curry, veggie meatloaf (once we got the oven working), spaghetti with black bean tomato sauce, hot dogs, veggie wraps, caesar salad and repeat all those foods again. Bit boring.  I don’t really know what else I would have liked to have had but I feel like I kinda dropped the ball on dinner.

I need to write a cookbook for vegetarian sailors. I have yet to find one. Has anyone out there seen one? Let me know ’cause I would snap that up. Avocados! That’s what I forgot, I ate a lot of them. Maybe it was the heat and the tropical feel of the holiday but I couldn’t get enough of them. Madeline started putting peanut butter on her corn cakes and called them peanut butter plates and that was easily her go to food whereas Georgia went straight for the chips and Nick for the cookies. I pre made the mix and only had to add the wet. 100% whole wheat chocolate chip, so yummy. We gave half away to our new friends on another boat that were celebrating a birthday.

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NIck and Georgia having a pre bed cookie feast

NIck and Georgia having a pre bed cookie feast

Thrift store find, probably getting weird metal poisoning as it is circa 1960 but I don't care.

Thrift store find, probably getting weird metal poisoning as it is circa 1960 but I don’t care.

The BEST part of each day was my morning coffee, even Nick commented that he couldn’t wait for that first cup. I think it is the fresh air, the sunrise and quietness. All you hear are the birds and waves lapping. I ran out of my good coffee but even the crappy over priced stuff I had to buy tasted good in it.

Realistically, we should be fishing and being more self sufficient but we tried and we suck. I think it is a steep learning curve. We will try again next time. We stopped to get more provisions in Refuge Cove ( good selection, prices not bad), Cortes Island ( expensive, not alot of vegetarian choice), Lund ( same as Refuge Cove), and Hornby Island ( the best of the lot but not in Desolation Sound area, it is closer to Vancouver Island and our last stop on the way home).

Our ice box on the boat is vintage, original 1976 and therefore doesn’t keep things very cold. The lid isn’t insulated so ice had to be replaced every 2-3 days. I tried to only go into it once or twice a day so I think next time I will bring a new, well insulated cooler and keep all our really perishable foods in that under the stairs. The drinks and condiments can stay in the ice box and it might just work better.

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We had this hammock made in Mexico for our old VW van about 15 years ago.

Garbage wasn’t a problem until 2 days before we got home. We were really careful not to put organics into it and we had a separate bag for recycling but it started to smell in the heat of the day. Apparently, there is a guy in Desolation Sound that comes by in a barge to collect garbage for a fee but we never saw him. I reduced any packaging before we got on the boat so it was minimal but nevertheless it is hard to store on a small boat.

I am sure once we are on my dream boat I will have a luxury garbage system. Yeah right.

 

 

We Survived (and thrived)

The boat is docked at its new home in Deep Bay, we all had a delicious sleep in our own beds and last night I sat on the couch working on a puzzle surrounded by no one. It was great. That being said, I could have stayed out wandering the unknown inlets of Desolation Sound for another month.

Here are a few tips I learned while sailing:

1. You don’t need to pack a bra. You won’t wear it, in fact you won’t wear much of anything. You are in the middle of nowhere with no one around. Remember sunscreen on those bits that haven’t seen the light of day since your early 20’s.

2. You will eat more. I don’t know why, as you are sitting most of the time. Maybe wind makes you peckish?

3. Bring more games for the kids. They start to go squirrelly after a couple days and thrive on driving eachother mad.

4. Bring more wine. That goes without saying.

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Gigi was the only one to catch a fish, although Nick did catch 6 prawns and a fish in our prawn trap. The first time we put the trap down we didn’t put enough line with it so when we came back about 8 hours later we couldn’t find it. We searched and searched and finally found it way out at sea, we were so excited to just have the trap back we didn’t care about it being empty.

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We hit as many of the must see’s as we could and rarely stayed in one place for more than one night. Nick and I are now masters at anchoring and stern tying as we only docked for 2 nights during the trip. The best marina in my opinion was Refuge Cove, it;s unpretentious, well stocked, interesting, great showers and has a used book store. All it needs is free wifi and it would be set!!

Refuge Cove, a co-op marina shared amongst 18 owners who also live there.

Refuge Cove, a co-op marina shared amongst 18 owners who also live there.

Madeline on her way to the bookstore and to get a treat.

Madeline on her way to the bookstore and to get a treat.

I tried to keep rules on the boat to a minimum but one did come into effect after day 2. No talking after 9:30pm. Honestly, the chatter of my children. I love them to bits but I really don’t care about anything anyone has to say by that time. It had been oh, 14 hours everyday of talking and it was taking its toll. Also, why do the kids HAVE to tell me something the second I pick up my book? Or, the minute Nick nods off for a nap in the hammock, the kids find him irresistible? Oh, and no farting in the boat. Ever. This rule was widely ignored to my dismay.

A rare moment of relaxation for Nick.

A rare moment of relaxation for Nick.

Showering. I never thought how much I appreciate the act but now, let me tell you it is a luxury we should all take a moment to reflect on. Granted we were in the sea a lot and that makes you itchy and your hair start to dread after a couple days but also it’s hot, quarters are small, clothes are limited so a funky smell started to permeate the boat. We did find some amazing freshwater lakes to swim in and a couple of waterfalls so I carried soap with me everywhere just in case an impromptu cleaning opportunity arose.

Shower time!! Freezing water but oh so gratifying. Immediately after I was walking back to the shore and got my feet stuck in gooey mud as the tide was going out. Super.

Shower time!! Freezing water but oh so gratifying. Immediately after I was walking back to the shore and got my feet stuck in gooey mud as the tide was going out. Super.

Nick having his shower. Teehee.

Nick having his shower. Teehee.

Cassell Lake at the tip of Teakerne Arm. You have to use the ropes to get in and out as it is a slippery rock.

Cassell Lake at the tip of Teakerne Arm. You have to use the ropes to get in and out as it is a slippery rock.

The kids are now saying that instead of going to Europe next year that we should sail to Mexico. Hmm, maybe.

We leave on Sunday. It has been raining for what seems like the month of June and I am a bit worried about the weather in the sound. The forecast looks favourable but really, when are they ever right?

Our boat is a 1976 27′ Catalina, sleeps 4 (kinda), and is pretty bare bones. It is a perfect boat for learning to sail on, not many gadgets and it has an outboard. The storage is very limited so by the time we pack foul weather gear, extra clothes, food, blankets, dishes, PFD’s, water, and the porta pottie, we won’t have room to turn around. I am encouraging the kids to only bring the essentials but to an 8 & 10 year old, everything is essential.

I have been scouring the net looking for meal plans for a 2 week cruise, recipes, and how to satisfy everyones wants/needs when we have no refrigeration and a tiny bbq on which to cook. I think my husband would be happy with sandwiches and hotdogs everyday but that doesn’t fly with me. I have started provisioning and putting it all in one corner of the kitchen. The pile is already big and I just started. Where am I going to put it all? I fear having to haul bags of food out of my one cupboard to get that one thing I need while the boat is listing from side to side. Perhaps lunch will be made while breakfast is being cleared and then it will be ready to eat while we are under sail.

Speaking of being under sail. The kids don’t like that. The boat gets tippy, their pencil crayons or games slide off the table and then the complaining starts. Our eldest daughter gets that worried look on her face like we are to sink any minute and she is desperate to get to land. She hasn’t found her sealegs yet. Our youngest daughter seems to take it in stride for the most part but picks up on her sister’s anxiety as I do also. Then there is Dad, the faster and rougher the seas the happier he seems to be and he simply ignores the wails of “are we there yet?” and “please dad, drop the sails!”. Of course, once we get to our destination the girls are excited to explore, meet new friends and get a treat for their surviving their journey.

Nick says 2 weeks on a small boat is like 2 months on a big boat. I don’t know how I am supposed to feel about that?

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