Feliz Cumpleanos, Ringo!

Tomorrow we sail, in accordance with advice from our weather guru Don Anderson, various weather websites and the belief that, as far as we know, everything on the boat is in working order. We've fueled, provisioned and tidied up, so it's time to haul in the docklines and get underway. If all goes well, we'll be tying up at the dock at Marina de La Paz on Sunday, my birthday. And if it's miserably hot and the Capt gets the air conditioning going in the V-berth, I'll be celebrating a Berth-Day, with a good book and some jamaica lemonade.

Chica, six days after her surgery, is chasing the ball and walking on all four legs. 

Yesterday we had lunch with Nancy and Paul at an outstanding little restaurant in Old Town (sorry, Nancy, I've already forgotten the name, maybe you can help me out in a comment). The Capt came along this time, more than willing after a week of grody chores in the engine room to take a break and socialize. Nancy's become a serious baker, and she gave me a loaf of her excellent ciabatta bread, as well as three books she said she had enjoyed...now I can't decide which to read first. Mil gracias, amiga!
 Paul, Nancy and the Capt
The restaurant owner is Nancy's baking mentor, a Mazatlan native who developed his skills far beyond Mexican food. The ambience is Lunchroom Casual, and the lunch menu simple, but what we ordered was superb! I had a roasted vegetable sandwich on fresh-baked ciabatta bread with goat cheese...wow! It was one of the best sandwiches I've ever had.

Speaking of birthdays: If your schedule doesn't conflict, tomorrow at high noon you can grant Ringo Starr's birthday wish as he celebrates his 70th. Just make the peace sign and say "Peace and love." That's all he's asking for, according to an interview with the New York Times. You'd think anyone could go along with that, but somebody somewhere will object.

Here's Richard Avedon's soulful portrait of Ringo from way back in 1967.