the middle of nowhere is somebodys somewhere
I met this woman while sailing the Sea of Cortez. Two friends of mine (all new sailors) got caught in a horrible storm that nearly capsized us and the small community of Desemboque pulled in our tiny 1889 New York Cap boat in the middle of the morning...looong story short...I met this woman who moved to Desemboque with her husband in hopes to draw tourist to this beautiful region by building Palapas to hang out by the sea. Her husband had since died years ago, however she continues to go down to the beach everyday with her broom and rake and maintain the area that she believes will one day prosper. The winds here were wild...I even wrote Patagonia a letter to send them gear...no luck...but atleast I can still pray for them and their hopes that maybe, one day travelers will indeed kick back with a pineapple filled with a margarita....
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