It was my very first day in the Archipelago of Bliss, and I sat savoring a meal in a waterfront restaurant. Even though the food was excellent, what was even better was the fact that I was not bouncing around while I ate it. After two weeks of sailing here from Key West, it was sublime to be motionless.
Before my fish sandwich arrived, a wrinkled, old fisherman rowed up to the restaurant dock in a small cayuco that was hand-carved from a single log. He sold a couple of nice groupers to the owner, Kelly, and paddled away. Unfortunately, my camera was onboard AVENTURA, so I could not capture this moment. I assumed that this was a rare occasion - but I assumed incorrectly. By the time I had finished my meal, three other smiling fisher-folk had rowed up and sold her some fish or lobster or conch. I smiled contentedly - because I knew that this was “my kind of place.”
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