There was a great deal of boat work that needed to be done. The quotes we received while still in La Paz were not exactly compelling, and word on the docks was the work could be had in La Cruz. As we settled in over the next few days, we heard whispers of a “Kids Club”. My interest was perked.
When we met Kat and Mike, the couple that organizes the Kids Club, we had no idea the incredible experiences that awaited our children.
Kat met up with us and got to know us a bit. Then she had a suggestion. The kids in Banderas Bay have their own net. For non-boating people, think a meeting where communities tap one another for information and resources, but over the radio. Kat needed a net controller for the kids-net and my youngest felt strongly she was up to the task. All the wheels in motion, our days suddenly started with Daddy helping the girls with their script for the net, complete with trivia and jokes, moving the boat to the service dock for week after week of daily work, the girls meeting kids club for the morning run, daily challenges, then moving the boat back to our slip after the end of the work day. It was exhausting.
We would have had a rough time without the La Cruz Kids Club. The girls were kept busy with beach campouts, fundraising for the local turtle camp and turtle releases, volunteering at the nearby orphanage, assisting with the spay and neuter clinic, beach cleanups, daily net, daily runs, and so much more.
My girls were introduced to something they had heard of, but never experience, being SF Bay Area kids: freedom. Armed with their own key card to get on and off the docks at will, they used the radio to arrange play dates with other boat kids, would run up to the Lounge when they wanted, or go for a swim in the club pool to cool off in the afternoons. They quickly learned that managing their own schedules required some attention to time, and Dad and Mom were too busy to do it for them.
While the girls were becoming very accustomed to this “freedom” thing, we had the rack for the solar panels completely redone, along with the stainless steel work on the stern. The workers were very aware that their work site was our home, and they treated our space with great respect. The end result is absolutely beautiful, and a third of what we were quoted in La Paz. If you have boat work you would like to have done, Peter Vargas is the guy to talk to. I can’t recommend him highly enough.
In the evenings, we rotated to the different venues for some party time. Green Tomatos and Anna Banana’s became regular haunts for us, being around the corner from the marina. When we wanted a fancy dinner, Masala, a two minute walk away, fit the bill. Otherwise, we happily became overly familiar with the staff at Ballena Blanca (the closest restaurant outside of the marina), and La Cruz Inn, both of which have great wifi.
Morning came with its own challenges, the biggest one being the need for coffee. There is no Starbucks in La Cruz, people. I was despondent. While my preference is for cute little coffee shops, my diet requires dairy free. Alternative milks can be had in Mexican grocery stores, but didn’t seem to have made their way into the coffee shops. My Hubby therefore, continued getting his morning fix without difficulty while yours truly was suffering black coffee. I am shedding a tear as I write this, but that is another post.