To hell and back

Today is Friday, January 14..already. Who knew that time flies when you were in a torture chamber. I should have known that life was too good when last I wrote.
Let me take you back to Wednesday in Guayabitos. The bay is beautiful but the guide books tell you not to anchor near shore. There is an island that you can anchor behind...but we did not do that. Bob thought that the swell would lessen during the night. He was WRONG! Getting into the dingy with a swell is not swell. The swell comes up and you get into the dingy...in theory only because I cant get into position that quickly. My fear keeps me from leaping and so I hover on the edge of the boat and finally make the leap. Oh yes I have already thrown Patches to Bob and Patches is crazy...he hates swell, waves and water. We get to shore and have a meal. Then I hang onto Patches, as he starts fighting as soon as we near the dinghy. Same old, same old into the boat. I now have more bruised skin than not. I am sure that any cop would arrest Bob for spousal abuse ..just looking at me. Back in the boat and we are @#$%^&**())rocking and rolling. That continues all night so we sleep little. Amazingly enough I am not sick...as long as I am lying down with my eyes closed, I am fine. On my feet I am queasy in a minute.
I am up at 7 am but Bob is sleeping...and oh yes Bob snored all night although he too did not sleep. Of course the swell is somewhat less this

morning. Finally I call Bob at 8 am and we are off to a bad start. We take the dog to shore and try to find a place to eat, as I cant cook on the boat. In fact yesterday Bob had a granola bar and beer for lunch...I couldnt stay belong long enough to make a sandwich!
An aside here..I get seasick even with meds so I cannot cook unless it is calm and I cant steer or put up sails. You might wonder why I am here...I certainly do.
By the time we left Guayabitos (name means guava corner) it was 10 am, not good as we will arrive in La Cruz near dusk.
More smell of burning rubber and once again the smell disappeared!! There was a swell most of the way to La Cruz (about a 7hr trip)so the dog and I stayed below..me lying down with my eyes closed and the dog snuggled beside me. We arrived at La Cruz, which is in the Bay of Banderas,just before dusk. We anchored off shore just outside the marina as we thought we wouldnt make it into the marina by nightfallwhich comes very early ..about 7 pm. And the boats ..wow..probably about 20 anchored so we had to find a spot. Then the anchor did not hold for about 3 tries. Scarey, as we were drifting closer to other boats. Finally it held. Then of course we have to take Patches to shore. By the time Bob gets the dinghy down it is almost dark. We head for shore, hit some rocks *(it is dark now) so choose another route in. Luckily the prop only has a few dents in it.
Coming back to the boat GUESS WHAT?? we cant find it in the dark. All the boats have changed position because of the breeze and we wander around for awhile and then we see her. Imagine the conversation in the dinghy! Can you imagine how crabby we are by this time? Think big. Now I make dinner....salad and chicken..nothing fancy and we drop into bed...no rocking, no rolling. During the night Bob and I keep thinking that someone is boarding the boat, and no one is..it is the dinghy banging on the side of the boat.
Now we are into Thursday. Lived another day.