Went into town today. Nothing especially exciting happening there—in fact it was pretty darn sleepy. We walked round and round and I’m sure the locals were thinking, “How many times are they going to walk through the plaza today?” Seven, thank-you very much. The kids got ice cream, got accosted by an eight fingered homeless man, got banana bread (which for some strange reason I can’t figure, San Blas is famous for), got attacked by no-see-ums, and finally, got tired. We’re three days into a new time zone and Ali and I still haven’t been able to bring ourselves to letting the kids have their extra hour.
A couple of boats pulled in today. We’re all swinging around within a couple hundred feet of each other. Never mind that this bay is miles wide and a mile deep. It’s a weird bay actually. We’re anchored in thirteen feet of water about half a mile from one shore and close to a mile from another. You could move in closer but by doing so you run the risk of having the no-see-ums find you on your boat—and believe me, you do not want that here. Those things are unbelievable.
