40 days and 40 nights in the Bay of the Dead taught some major lessons.
The goal was getting rich.
The lesson reaffirmed is that I don't want to get rich.
Money kills just as often as it saves.
Right?! Why not.
My only regret is that I didn't consume that fate-tossed mindbender until AFTER the Holidays. I wish I had been home with my loving family over Christmas instead of volunteering for decreasingly-appreciative, ego-gigantastic, pseudo-amigos.
That's Life! No regrets.
Somewhere between quitting and getting fired, I left. I sailed to La Paz and am setting up shop there for the time being.
Priorities will be calling me back to the WINONA sometime soon. Somehow there will be money to put the boat on a dock and then I'm back to MINNESOTA to face childhood.
And eventually... hopefully... EL VIAJE will continue... all the way to PATAGONIA.
Pictures, Schmictures. Y'all need to relearn how to read.
My mom could teach you.
Much Love,
MAX