Every Yacht Needs a Pool...

I think the day before last has been the hottest day since we got here – at least it felt that way. Since every luxury yacht should have a swimming pool, we simply couldn't be outdone by the mega yachts, so we made one of our own.








We spent that morning hoisting the main sail and attaching it to the furling and making other minor sail adjustments and now we have all three sails installed and ready to roll. Ron bought a new halyard for the main yesterday and since we are both too big to go up in the bosun's chair, Porno Joe (yes - there's a story behind the name) from Lindsay's boat yard was kind enough to volunteer.







The afternoon was so humid and the air so still that we decided to forgo the remainder of the day's boat chores and venture off in the dingy to find a good swimming spot. We got clear across the lagoon and out the bridge on the French side but the swells were too big and the surf too strong to get to the beach so we came back in the lagoon and were just about to dingy up to one of the resorts when we heard a big clunk followed by a few smaller clinks from the outboard. Fearing that we had blown a piston ring (doesn't it almost sound like I know what that means?), we slowly limped back across the lagoon to Lindsay's. It was a lovely 40 minute ride at idle speed and at least Olivia and I got to drag our feet in the water and cool down. Lindsay thinks there's something stuck in the impeller, Ron thinks it's more than that, but we won't know until tomorrow when they can take it apart.

It seems each time we get one job done, another presents itself. I guess that's the life of a boater/cruiser. I always knew there would be a constant stream of chores to do...I guess I just really hoped they would be done by the strapping young local men between serving me rounds of fruity blended drinks with little umbrellas in them. I know they're here somewhere...

Yesterday, Ron went to the boatyard to take the outboard apart and Olivia and I decided on a bus ride to town where all the cute shops are and the cruise ships dock. Since there were 3 ships in port, there were plenty of people in the shops so we opted for a few hours of beach fun and what a hit that was! Olivia even met a new friend her age, Anna, and they played quite happily in the sand together for a while. Ron later hopped the bus to town and joined us for a swim and some down time on the beach with the cruise ship passengers. It's really not hard to get used to this life....