Hud closes out a wave in the Pauhana Surf Competition. Photo Credit: Chameleon Creative Arts

Truer words were never painted on a concrete electrical post.

A great big ocean with great big waves makes it easy to get lost, and sometimes its just more fun to share a wave with your friend (Hudson and his amigo Alex)

Background: "LG the Master" shares his endless knowledge of the sea with the curious and willing. Foreground: Our friend Diony.

Trav's Mom Ginger and her husband Tom came to visit us. They arrived the day after Hurricane Irma and stayed through Hurricane Maria.  That's a whole lotta hurricane!  With them, they brought treasures from the US, such as...

The new camera we had ordered! (As seen in Jen's glasses).

And  Jen's new Swatch, which is obviously fascinating and of great interest to all...

This talented Hatian woman walks around with 20lbs of fruit in a large bowl balanced on her head. She will slice you up a fruit salad at a moment's notice with her machete.

La Chabola ("The Shack", pizza restaurant extraordinaire) is one of the zillion reasons why it is going to be hard to leave Cabarete and return to our boat.

Johnny making pizza magic.

Finally, an energy drink for strippers.

Somehow this returnable bottle of tonic water did not get the memo that all beverages need to be made from nonreturnable plastic so we can throw them on the ground at the beach.

Tom enjoys an introspective moment at the Belgian Bakery.

One of the big reasons we decided to hang out in the Dominican Republic for the hurricane season is that the protected Luperon harbor makes an excellent hurricane hole.  When a storm heads towards the north coast of the DR, many boats seek protection here by burying their bows into the mangroves and tying a bunch of lines to the stout mangrove trees.  Mangroves are smart things to tie your boat to in a hurricane.  But what about tying your boat to a...

...half-sunk dock?!? We are not sure of the mind set of "Wayward Sun".  Our limited hurricane preparation experiences have led us to steer clear of sinking docks and grounded sailboats (note the powder blue one in the background) when a storm approaches.

Hurricane Maria was forecast to peel off the north coast of the DR before it reached Luperon.  So we  decided to keep Moxie on the mooring ball and deploy a couple of extra anchors (just in case).

Luperon harbor

Hurricane Day! When the wind cranks and the sea gets mad, its time to....

...have a bunch of friends over and have a hurricane party!  And these guys can dance.

"Can we play with playdough on the floor?"  Sure, it's a hurricane party! Anything goes.

Serious reconsideration going on about the party playdough policy.

The day after the party.  Compared to how other islands have suffered, the damage here in the DR was nothing.

Vivian took Grammie horseback riding in the mountains!

Cheese puffs make any dog your best friend .

This guy was not having it, any of it.  We now know what "squealing like a pig" sounds like.

Beautiful views on our horseback ride.

Good byes are tough. "That bridge has a dent in it, and another and another." P.S. We drove over this bridge.

I would say this girl has a little raccoon in her.  Once they taste the trash it's hard to get them back to the pasture.

Circus school is a bi-weekly obsession for Hud and Viv.  Here's Viv's first go at the silks.

Waiting for Aunt Sarah to get off the plane.

Jen & her sister Sarah, windsurfing it up.

Hud's first windsurf with the harness!

We loved having Aunt Sarah here!

And it was so sad to say goodbye.  Especially since right after we dropped her at the airport...

...our car wouldn't start.  6 or 7 random strangers attempted to help us get one last start out of our cheapo rental car.  These guys worked on the car for a solid 40 minutes.  NOTE TO THE WORLD: 98% of humans are kind, helpful, and generous.

Pool time is the daily, late afternoon ritual.

We were so lucky to spend time with some of our Telluride friends who were working on a film here in Cabarete.  Thanks you Suzan, Stash, Jim and Doug for the fun  (and all the juicy T-ride news we've been missing out on).

Here's Sadie rockin' her new shell collar at Encuentro.  Now she can hang in style with the other beach doggies.

Viv loves to catch waves with her pal Cairo.

We are so proud of our surfer girl.

In a gorgeous cave in El Choco National Park

Jumping into a pristine cave pool at El Choco

Cave swimmers, post leap

Ever had a sweet little crush?  It starts out innocently enough...a few walks on the beach, a delicious dinner or two...but it's just a fun flirtation, it's not like it's going to turn into anything serious. In fact, there a bunch of things about your crush that totally irritate you, such as... My crush drives like a maniac!  My crush needs a stronger appreciation of art! My crush could maintain better hygiene! And you say to yourself "This is fun for NOW, but this could NEVER be a long-term thing." And then, out of the blue, something changes.  You get to know your crush on a deeper level.  Your crush starts to really open up to you.  You realize how much you and your crush have in common.  A lot of the things that used to bother you about your crush now seem...endearing. And then, it hits you.  Your heart pounds and your palms get sweaty, and you realize, "This is no crush. I AM IN LOVE."

This is what has happened to us.  The Moxie crew is head over heels in love with Cabarete.  If you had asked us two years ago what was our favorite place on earth, we would have cheerily answered, "Telluride, of course!"  Well move over, Southwestern Colorado.  We met a new babe, a badass one and a real looker to boot.  It's still too soon to say that she's THE ONE, but it has crossed our minds to start looking at rings. 

The PEOPLE of the Dominican Republic have stolen our hearts, hook, line and sinker.  Just about every Dominican you meet will smile at you in an explosion of sincerity that involves all facial muscles and displays every tooth.  (No U.S. tight-lipped, perfunctory half-smiles here).  Dominican smiles elevate your entire day.  When Dominicans smile at you, even (and especially) complete strangers, it feels like they are saying, "I See You.  I acknowledge that we are sharing the same place and time on earth, and I'm glad that we are."

There's a bumper sticker in Colorado that we're not fond of.  It proclaims, "NATIVE" inside an outline of the state.  This sticker seems to say, "You might like living here, but I am FROM here.  Therefore, I belong here in a way that you do not."  (Trav says he's going to make a NATIVE sticker that's in the shape of the earth. I like that one better.)  In Cabarete, no one makes you feel like a tourist.  In fact, it's the opposite-- we've found that locals here really appreciate the fact that you like Cabarete; they seem to find joy in your like-mindedness.  The locals here have treated us with the utmost kindness, warmth, and kinship.  Dominicans tend to live simply, and from what we've observed, they live happily.  The vibe is casual, relaxed, nature-loving and family-oriented.  There is very little in the way of "keeping up with the Jones'" (an American friend of ours recently told us that since she moved here no one has ever, not once, asked her what she does for a living).

In our 6 months of living here, our family has relished the opportunity to learn Spanish.  We have many friends that speak no English and it's these awesome relationships that have pushed us as a family to keep making connections and grasping new phrases.  My Espanol has been seriously tested lately as I've begun teaching dramatic play classes at Charlie's Foundation (charliesfoundation.org),   a local educational organization for local children aged 3-14.  (I can't wait to start sharing some photos of my students.  They are among the most beautiful children on this earth, I swear.)  I will share more about my Cabarete drama teaching here in a future blog post, but for now I will tell you: I ABSOLUTELY LOVE being a drama teacher again, especially having been given an opportunity to put my skills to such valuable use.  I am exhilarated! Thank you, universe!!!   

Like many romantic tales, our Cabarete love story will eventually come to a bittersweet end.  We did not embark on this sailing trip to stay in one place, after all; the point is to SAIL.  And we do miss living on Moxie and all the challenges and sweetness she brings.  This crew is getting soft living in our cushy, air-conditioned pad and when it's time to shove off, I know it will feel right. (Because when things get too easy, history has shown us that we are not on the right path.) The plan is to get back to Luperon and live on the boat starting in December, and shove off for Puerto Rico when the wind allows.  When we leave our beloved Cabarete, I know there will be tears.  
Breaking up is hard to do.

Thank you, sweet reader friends!  We love you!

Moog power paddleboarding

First time grilling fish on our new grill- YUM!

Notice that the lawn chair which graced Marshmallow's rear end all those months is still being dragged along with us, it's kind of a lucky charm at this point.

The salon- this is where we eat, play games, boatschool, and display art. Notice Viv's family sailing mural, complete with anchor chain.

This is what $15 buys you on Green Turtle Cay, Bahamas. (Everything is shipped in here and it's soooo expensive.)

Hud on his 10th birthday.  We had a bonfire and fireworks on a deserted island.

Beach girls

Writing with fire

Happy Birthday, Hud!

Green Turtle Cay

Our head (bathroom).  Shower is to the left behind curtain (it's very small, truth be told we don't shower that much).

The cockpit.

Pinata on the beach on Hud's birthday

Great Guana Cay

Changing the oil in the dinghy motor after it fell in the ocean one day and we almost lost it. (That's a story)

Hud and Viv are both learning to play the ukelele.

Our berth

The galley.  Fridge and freezer are on the right, they open from the top.  There's actually a lot of storage on this boat, there's a HUGE hidden compartment under the drying rack.  Rope on the stove is to tie yourself in so you can cook when it's rough and not fall over. The stove is on gimbals (sp?) so it moves when the boat heels and your pans don't spill over.

Viv's berth

Hud reading at the bow

Hud's berth

Hello friends!  I write to you on a sunny morning at a marina on Great Guana Cay, Bahamas.  Trav just brought me some coffee and I'm kind of in heaven.  We usually anchor Moxie instead of staying at a marina (dropping your hook at an island is free, but staying at a marina can be expensive) but we had to tie up here because of the CRAZY WINDS that came through for 2 nights this week.  At the worst of it, we were hit with 60 mph winds, and even though we were securely tied to the dock (Trav used ELEVEN lines) we still rocked and bobbed and heeled over as if we were in the open ocean.  It was nuts.  I have just a few minutes until we have to prepare for our sail to Marsh Harbor today but I wanted to post these photos (some of you have been asking about what our boat looks like.) And since I love lists, I'll give you a quick Moxie update like this:

1. Hud turned 10!  We can scarcely believe we've been parents for a decade.

2. While sailing to Great Sale Cay, we were towing our dinghy and the motor fell off.  It was miraculously held on by the battery cord  and when Trav suddenly, luckily noticed it hanging by a thread, it was an all hands on deck situation to retrieve it-- we were under sail, it was chaos.  He got the motor and spent 2 days repairing the damage done by it's saltwater bath.

3.  We met an amazing family with 4 wonderful kids-- we are insta-friends and spent two days with them-- such a treat!

4. I am trying my best to retrain my Type A, forward moving, hyper-productive and very linear brain to know that it is ok to have no real plan, an ever-changing schedule, and a foggy daily agenda. As I just wrote in an email to my sister,  "I have to keep reminding myself that whatever we are doing or not doing, it's all part of the adventure, and it's all ok." This may sound crazy to you, that I'm having a hard time making this adjustment, because it sounds crazy to my own ears.  I mean, COME ON. But it was somewhat of a relief to meet other sailors who are also beginning their journeys and who feel similarly, that it's hard to live a slower-paced life, that it's an adjustment they didn't anticipate being to hard. Sometimes I feel anxious and guilty for having so much TIME. So I take a breath, I listen to my children chatter, I look around me and remember that it's ok not to be frantic and scattered.  It's ok not to have a mile-long list of daily tasks.  It's more than ok just to be present in the here and now.

We continue our journey south-- a few more days in the Abacos, then Nassua, then the Exumas!
Lots of love to you all, and thanks for reading.