Saturday, July 9, 2016

Let It Begin With Me

Where do we begin to advance change?  Everyone wants it.  Politicians promise it.  Rioters demand it.  But how do we DO it? 

We left the British Virgin Islands and returned to Puerto Rico, where our AT&T data plan provides us lots of lovely access to the Internet.  Imagine my disappointment when I opened up Facebook to find that once again, there has been a tragedy in the US.  And once again… it has unleashed innumerable opinions and accusations about why evil happens.

Whose fault is it? Who can we blame?  And I am… yes… I’m going to say it… I’m GLAD I’m not on US soil right now.  My pride in being an American was of course inbred.  It’s un-American to NOT have pride in being American… How dare I even think it???  It is physically impossible!  But travel and distance from the American media has allowed me to have a more objective view of “us” and my lifestyle affords me lots of time to think about things.  Seeing my country from a distance has not been pretty.

A conversation that occurred some time prior to this most recent event came rushing to the forefront again.  A person I know stated: My parents didn’t raise me to be racist… they just told me not to play with them (Blacks) or have anything to do with them.  They’re just “different”.  

Outwardly I just blinked for a moment... while inside my head there were alarms and whistles going off… fireworks were spewing and my eyes were popping out of their sockets like in the cartoons…  But outside I responded (as calmly as I could) THAT’S WHAT RACISM IS!!!

I don’t think the person was trying to be funny or anything… I think this person really thought it was OK to think that way… that it wasn’t being racist, it's just the way things are.  I understood then that racism is so deeply ingrained in our minds that we may not even realize that many of our thoughts and actions are racist. 

I’m not racist… I have lots of (insert name of any group other than your own) friends…  Even that sentence is subtly racist…  The fact is that there is no one alive who doesn’t have SOME sort of mental filing cabinet into which all other persons are grouped… and referring to them by their group is, in fact, being racist or bigoted or discriminatory on some level. 

But that’s not really where I’m going with this…  Going back to that conversation… It got the mental wheels turning.  I began to think about all of the times I’ve had conversations with friends whom I believed to be “just like me” in their opinions about other races.  I thought about all of the instances in which I learned just how wrong I was in that assumption.  I remembered the shock I felt when I listened to a friend making an openly racial remark… and I did nothing. 

I said nothing. 

And in saying nothing, I may have maintained a friendship… but I failed as a human being. 

That must change.


Today I saw that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in the Bahamas has issued a Travel Advisory to all Bahamian Citizens... especially young black males.... planning travel to the US.

There you have it.  We have arrived!  We have finally become the "People our parents warned us about".  We can no longer stare down our noses, comfortably superior in the fact that OTHER countries are dangerous and we should beware when considering travel to these places...  WE ARE THE ENEMY!  WE... are dangerous.  And I am afraid.  

We are traveling on our boat in countries where there are people of many colors.  They are in charge. We are not.  They have rights where we do not.  If they wanted to, they could just massacre us and that would be the end of it.  But mostly they don't.

I have had friends ask me point blank "How it is in the BVIs... I mean... with those people."  When I realized that the question was about black people (!!!!!) I just stammered something like "Oh, um... they're good... not a problem... (blink blink)"

I failed.  This must change.

And the fact is... the people ARE good!  There has not been one minute in any of the countries we've visited that we ever felt any kind of fear of a racial nature.  Never.  And I recoil from shame that anyone has had to feel that type of fear in MY Glorious Country...

And then I feel a sense of dread sink in... What if people from other countries were to decide to treat us the way our country treats others?  It just doesn't bear thinking about or I would be paralyzed with fear and nowhere to run...  And I send thanks to whatever God there is that the people we've encountered have been, well... if not all warm and welcoming of us pesky foreigners... at least they've been benevolently tolerant of us as a necessary evil.  Knowing what I know about the US I'm not so sure I would want us in my country either...  (Does that make sense at all???)

My husband, the history teacher has tried to educate me many times about how Americans repeatedly make the same mistakes and fail to learn from historical events.  So many times I have thought he is just the bringer of Doom-&-Gloom that doesn't belong in my "magic bubble of happiness".  But at this point, I am becoming truly afraid about where America is going.

And as much as I hate to say it... Bruce is right.  (don't tell him I said that... he doesn't read my blog)  We continuously fail to learn, not only from historical mistakes... but even recent ones.  This must change.

If I were Queen-of-the-World, there would be no lawyers or politicians or religion or insurance or media...  But I am not and I can't just wave my scepter and abolish all of the ugly things.  So what can I do?  What can we ALL do?

First... we have to admit that WE are the problem.  No... not those people over there... YOU!  Me!  WE!!!  We can all take a good hard and honest look inside ourselves and admit to all of those hidden little notions.  All of those thoughts like: "We must teach our children to be tolerant of all races"... WHAT???  Our children don't have any problems with intolerance of others outside of those WE have TAUGHT them.

It is inside all of us and we don't even know it's there.  Once Bruce and I were riding our bikes through a "bad neighborhood" in Sarasota, Florida.  I led and Bruce followed as I pedaled through the streets of some very shabby homes.  Thin young men played ball in the streets and hung out around clunker cars.  Old ladies sat in doorways with their skirts up to their thighs to catch a cooling breeze.  Tiny children chased skinny cats around dusty yards... and young girls, all "done-up" sashayed past the boys with their noses in the air.  I know you have a mental picture of this neighborhood populated with Blacks... Even though I didn't say it.... and you're right

While Bruce was inside the auto parts store we came there to visit, I admired a "low-rider" car that was a glistening cherry apple red and exchanged complementary remarks about it with a dreadlocked dude...  Inside my head I was congratulating myself at my lack of fear of these people as we invaded their domain...  Ha!  There you have it!  I MUST not be racist!!!  But because these thoughts even entered my mind... they prove to me that racism is buried deep... but it is there.  Had I not had SOME bit of it in me, being in that situation would have been no big deal.  So you see?  It's HARD to overcome what has been instilled within us from birth.

If you think about it... many of these recent tragedies would never have occurred if there wasn't so much fear and hatred for people who are different from ourselves.  With the exception of the mentally ill... it could all just go away.  No need to blame anyone... no need to hate.  We could all be spending our mental energy on much more beneficial pursuits like maybe coming up with a valid Presidential candidate... Whoops!  Did I say that out loud???

It's all so monumental.  It's all so huge and out-of-control.  There's no way to stop this speeding freight train that we're on...  But there is.  Instead of doing nothing, I can all start by doing some self-reflection.  This is my blog.  It's where I share our lives and now it's where I will put out my apology to the universe.

And I can start my own little wave of change.  I can speak up.  I can stop implying agreement with racists by remaining silent.  I can be thankful that I have never felt racially discriminated against and I can do my small part by not contributing to the cacophony of racial remarks that are flying about the internet like a great fog keeping us from seeing what's really important.

Let change begin with me.

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Where We Gonna Go When The Hurricane Blows...

Once we had a chance to clear our heads and consider our situation... we THINK we've made a decision.  While so many of our Cruising friends are arriving in the "Storm-Safe" Grenadines... why are we sailing backwards???  

Where are we going to spend the summer?  What are our plans?  

Up to this point we've haven't known the answer to that question.  We've been living in a state of flux... discombobulated... undecided and vacillating between hurrying south and just hunkering down here.  

Now let me insert our disclaimer here and say that although we've made a "decision"... there is still a slight chance that we will change our minds and do something else entirely... but we THINK we'll be spending the summer in the Virgin Islands/Puerto Rico area.


Sun sets on our decision.  We think it's the right one.
Here are our thoughts:  
  • It is really "too late" in the season for us to make a dash down island...  We would be passing through areas with few available hurricane holes, and the holes there would be filled by locals and charter boats.  We would be in unfamiliar waters and would be forced to take less-than-favorable weather to make our way down quickly.  Plus:  There have been just SO many crimes reported on the Caribbean Safety & Security Net in the areas down south, that we just feel a bit safer in the Puerto Rico/Virgin Islands area for now.
  • In our opinion there are more available "hurricane holes" in this area.  Taking into account all of the information we can find... realizing that there is no completely safe hurricane hole... we feel that our chances are better here for riding out storm season.  We will be close to english speaking shores with availability of supplies and services, as well as flights out should the need arise.  
  • Our insurance carrier provides coverage for us throughout the Caribbean during storm season.  We researched and found appropriate coverage before we came here.  Damage due to a named storm is covered with a much higher deductible than our regular coverage... but we ARE COVERED anywhere in the area.
  • We've always lived in the hurricane box...  Our home waters of Corpus Christi, Texas are in the hurricane box.  My entire life has been spent watching storms develop and taking action to prepare for hurricanes.  The storms impact relatively small areas... the entire Caribbean is not doomed for destruction.  The storms that will come through here are typically in their beginning stages (weaker) when they travel through this area.  
The only way to ensure that you won't be impacted by a hurricane is to live inland and not on a boat!!!  There are no guarantees in life.  Now that our decision has been made, we will attempt to stick to it...  We will plan accordingly and move on to making ourselves and our boat ready... Let the confusion cease!  We are officially RE-bobulated!  

But meanwhile, we have the summer to continue our exploration of the unparalleled beauty that is the Virgin Islands.  COME SEE US!

Lots of Information out there to cloud our minds:

Here is another good one...(If you click this a download will occur)

Sunday, May 29, 2016

The Things We Do For Friendship

Hector the Protector guards the channel to Dewey on Culebra
For weeks we've been indecisive about what we're going to do for the summer.  While our Cruiser friends are arriving in the "safe zone", we continue to wander around here in the Virgin Islands.  The reason:  Our desire to reconnect with our old runnin' buddies from Texas.

We had a tough decision to make some weeks ago when they told us they would be chartering out of Fajardo, Puerto Rico.  It was literally the turning point... the deciding factor on where we would be during Hurricane Season.  We chose spending a week with our friends over running for "safety" down south.  Since then we have vacillated back and forth between feeling good about our decision... and wondering if we've made a mistake.  Only time will tell.

Friends already here for happy hour!
Our decision really wasn't even firm (and I guess it really won't be until October) when we arrived at Culebra.  All we knew at that point was that we were thoroughly enjoying our lazy time in the Virgin Islands and didn't want to rush off.  The thought of spending the (hopefully) more benign summer months exploring these easy cruising grounds was very compelling.  






Quirky little shop Sweet and Naughty
We fell in love with the lazy little community here on Culebra.  The anchorage in Ensenada Honda provides luxuriously flat waters and good holding with easy access to the town of Dewey.  There are several good places to eat, two grocery stores, a dinghy-up gas station and even a small library with a movie theatre!  We could really spend some time here!  Very Cruiser-Friendly!!!

Take a little stroll through the streets with me...
Fried balls of heaven!

I predict franchises throughout the Caribbean within 5 years!
Ferry Dock zone

The community very much values art



Wild growing Plumeria

Library and movie theatre



This sums it up nicely

Dinghy-up gas station!  LOVE!!!

Gas station has a veritable aquarium at it's dock

Cruiser life

Iguana guarding the canal
Peaceful waters

We had to press on so that we could be closer to Fajardo where we would meet up with our Charterers!  Our household could stand some attention and we found the most awesome place!  Isleta!  Our sail from Culebra to Isleta was the stuff dreams are made of.  We had expected a downwind rock and roll but the waves were not as big as the ones we had experienced getting from the USVIs to Culebra.  


The ride was comfortable with the autopilot doing the work as we just sat back and enjoyed the scenery!  We didn't drop sails until we made the last turn to motor into the anchorage... and just at the last moment...we caught our dinner!  
Cero Mackerel.  Yes it's edible

We ate it.  A little mushy but the taste was very good.

Puerto Rico

This anchorage has some unfortunate reviews on Active Captain.  We wouldn't have given it a second look had it not been for a chance meeting with Jose, owner of a small sailing school run out of the Isleta Marina.  He said that it was well protected and that the Marina is Cruiser-Friendly as well.  We found a nice spot amongst the permanently moored boats in the field with good holding and flat water.  The wind was only partially dampened by the low island and mangroves so we had a cool night with no bugs.  

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W065°37.270
Isleta

Condos - do not park here
One day until our friends arrive...  We needed to do some laundry and get some fuel.  After doing some cleaning we loaded up our trash (stinky) and headed for the tiny island.  It was a very short distance and we wanted to see what we could take care of here before we ventured further to the town of Fajardo.  We met the very nice Security Guard for the condos and he read us the rules!  

There are two separate properties on this island... one is the private condos and the other is the marina.  We were welcome to come to the Marina where they allow us to tie up the dinghy and dispose of trash for free.  

The condos would let us use their laundry facilities.  We must be let in by the security guard who also has quarters... It is all very tightly controlled but access seems to be freely granted.




Crossing to the mainland for fuel
After checking it out and disposing of our trash, we dinghied about a half mile across to the mainland to get some diesel fuel.  There is another really welcoming marina there, Sun Bay Marina... with an easily accessible fuel dock.  The attendants there were SUPER and did all the work for us... AND would accept no tip!  
Easy access but remain in the channel on approach
Dinghy parking - cruisers welcome!
Back at the boat, we offloaded our fuel jugs and loaded up the mountain of laundry... and off to the Isleta Marina again!  It is SO nice to feel welcome!  And getting our business taken care of so easily was just great.  There is also another marina (or two) back on Puerto Rico who allow Cruisers access to shore where we can find a Skipper Store and several other chandlery-type businesses...  Whoever gave this place a bad review on AC must be a very unhappy person... because this place is awesome!


Wonderful laundry facilities with fast free wi-fi!

The view isn't bad either...


We were ready to move bright and early the next morning.  We expected the weather to deteriorate, wind and rain was forecast.  We hoped to be safely tucked into the tiny anchorage just outside the Puerto del Rey Marina before lunchtime!  


Coming into the channel there with big waves on our stern was a romp!  There were SCADS of boats of all sorts leaving the marina and the bounding waves made this tight spot all the more difficult.  We were almost run down by a departing catamaran full of tourists!  He was coming out around another smaller boat and only saw us dead ahead at the very last moment while I was forced out of the channel and would have been run aground had he not diverted when he did...  

We found one boat permanently anchored in the small space and our options were limited.  There is a protective reef there but it wasn't doing a very good job of dampening the waves.  We motored around checking the depths and found them MUCH less than charted!  The oncoming waves and being on the lee shore with all the additional wake from endless boat traffic made our decision an easy one.  This anchorage would be OK but only for very calm conditions in settled weather.

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W065°38.052



Loading laundry and trash onto our chariot!
No way were we staying here for the night!!!  I called the marina and quickly booked a slip.  After pulling the dinghy up onto the davits... no easy feat in the bounding waves... we readied our dock lines, pulled up the anchor and motored into the perfectly calm marina.  The dock hands were very efficient in getting us tied up securely and they left us with instructions to call the marina on VHF 72 when we needed them to come back with the golf cart to take us up to check in.




We hooked up to the power, turned on our ACs and cleaned up the mess, which was considerable after such a short hop.  Wow!  We were exhausted!  And it wasn't even noon!!!  

Congratulating ourselves on our wise decision to stop being cheapskates... we enjoyed the luxuries of our unexpected situation.  Another load of laundry was necessary after the rough entry and we were very thankful for the golf cart ride as this marina is HUGE!  We took our trash and laundry with us on the cart up to the very nice Marina office.


This place is more upscale than we expected.  The check-in process was a lengthy one, they entered all of our information into their system and issued us a laundry card...  The rain continued all afternoon as we did our laundry and awaited the arrival of our friends... 

It was after dark before our friends finally arrived to their boat... which just happened to be on OUR DOCK! 


We went down with a batch of Painkillers, some meat/cheese/crackers to welcome them to the islands and found them loading all of their provisions onboard.  They were dead-tired from traveling all day but we were SO glad to see them all!

We invited them to our boat for dinner and spent a couple of hours catching up!  Their little eyes began to drop shut as their tummies were full and boat drinks were had... this crowd wasn't going to pull an all-nighter tonight!

We were so thankful for our choice as the rain fell all night long.  It would have been completely miserable out there in that crazy anchorage in the rain!  Instead we slept in cool comfort and even Jezabelle's cranky disposition was much improved by the time we departed the next morning.  

Broken anchor
It was still rainy and squally but we used our time in the slip wisely.  Our friends had picked up our previously ordered new anchor at West Marine Fajardo on their way in.  We worked between rain-showers to get it installed on the bow.  We moved the old (broken) Delta onto the secondary roller, not sure we'll leave it there as the fit isn't great... but we'll try it and see.  If we end up keeping it there, we will have it repaired sometime this summer.  We think it was broken during the Derecho back in Georgetown.  
Shiny new anchor!



Finally after lunch, the rains began to abate and we left the slip...  Jezabelle was reluctant to leave the Air Conditioning behind but her attitude remained upbeat as we slogged our way across Vieques Sound toward Culebra.  Bruce and I were determined not to influence the choices of anchorage for our chartering friends.  

We were really feeling badly about the weather... like it was somehow our fault that the weather gods were throwing rainy squally conditions and big winds and their associated huge seas our way...  I just wanted it to be perfect for them so that they could get a taste of this life we love...

But they were on vacation and enjoying whatever they got... an ability we've lost.  I remember back when we first began cruising and we were just so happy to be here that we didn't care what the conditions were... Wind - bring it on!  Waves - we happily bounced along! Rain - Oh well, there'll be rainbows!!!

So as we listened to Chris Parker each morning hoping things would settle down and be perfect for our friends' limited time here... we resigned ourselves to just follow along and go with the flow.  We would just go wherever they wanted to go and enjoy our much-too-limited time with our friends... and hope they get a taste of why we're here.

We have no crystal ball.  We don't know what our future holds.  Perhaps come November we will regret this decision... perhaps we won't.  But when I heard Brenda tell how when she saw that we had left Puerto Rico for St. Croix, she thought "That's it... they're gone.  They aren't coming back!".  And she said how sad that made her feel... Somehow that made it all worth it, come what may.  These are the things we do for friendship.