The ship’s crew was very warm and cooked up great tasting provisions including guacamole, ceviche, and fresh fruit. We sailed to a beautiful white sand beach with only a few others around:
When the ship dropped anchor, the crew invited us to swim ashore. I finally was able to live out a dream of mine: diving head first into the ocean off a sailboat. Living out another dream of mine--it was a good day for life dreams--someone let me sail the boat:
Back to the swim: About ¾’s of the way to the shore, a man from New Jersey, whom Christa and I spoke with before the cruise, claimed he was having heart problems and asked, “Can you help me?” Christa was having her own anxiety about reaching the shore, so I took the man’s hand and did my best to pull him while we both swam. I could barely pull him and hoped he did not actually begin to drown. I basically just held his hand and reassured him, I realized as we reached the shore safely. When we later returned to the boat, and he took the skiff while I swam, Christa told me that before I arrived he told everyone that I saved his life. And all I did was hold his hand.
The sunset was beautiful, the first one we saw with so few clouds obscuring the horizon:
It was a fitting end to Christa’s stay with me.
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