Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Welcome to the San Blas!

We are finally near the Panama Canal, which is only two hundred miles away
from where we are now, the San Blas. The San Blas are a bunch of little
islands only and hour or two away from each other and are part of Panama.
The only people living here are the Kuna Indians who only live on certain
islands. The Kuna Indians are shorter people who speak either Spanish or
their local Kuna language. I'm not exactly sure which, but I know they don't
speak English. As I type, a Kuna is coming up to the boat and trying to sell
us something. Mommy is speaking in Spanish and he's speaking so fast I
wouldn't understand him if he was talking in English. I guess Mommy gets it
though. Anyways, we arrived here from The Rosarios on the morning of the
eighth. It was a very quick trip, and we cut of four and a half hours of how
long we thought the trip would take. We left at 4:00 in the afternoon of the
7th in the perfect wind, and five to eight foot seas (eight feet was more
than I liked, but it was okay). Mommy had already made pizza since we were
supposed to have dinner with Tara Vana that night on our boat. We left
without much warning since the wind magically picked up and turned to the
correct direction. We all ran around the boat doing this and doing that, so
that we would be ready to leave. But after pizza dinner under way, Cole and
I went into Mommy and Daddy's cabin to watch a movie (Cheaper by the Dozen).
It was a good movie and by the time we were done, desert was out and ready.
Soon we were all outside on the deck slowly falling asleep, and wondering if
I should do a watch tonight. I ended up being awake for an hour or two, so I
guess that counts. Cole and I slept in the main saloon, because it was
quieter, less bouncy, and much more interesting (you get to listen to people
talking on the radio, and watching the radar and the chart on the computer).
When I woke up the next morning Cole and I started planning what we would
have for dinner (not breakfast, it's not a typo). Here was our plan: the way
Nonna makes scrambled eggs, crunchy French toast, pancakes with raspberries
and chocolate chips, bacon, sausage, English muffins, and bagels. It had
sounded really good when we thought of it, but here is how it turned out to
be (which was much better than just thinking of it): Nonna's scrambled eggs,
pancakes with raspberries, bagels and really good mandarin juice. It was
really good, and our whole day was basically surrounded around thinking
about what we would have for dinner. We arrived in an anchorage in the San
Blas at about 11:30am, and saw at least one boat with kids aboard. We didn't
do much all day, so we met them yesterday. It turned out that there are two
kid boats. The first boat Monkey Feet is a Australian and Canadian mono hull
and has three boys, Talon, Radick, and Blake. They are three, seven and
thirteen years old. It's really funny because they know a bunch of boats we
know such as Tara Vana, Migo, Salt and Light, and one other boat that I
don't know the name to, but I met the girl that is onboard. The second kid
boat was a yellow mono hull named Anemos who are German. They have two boys
aboard who are much younger. We didn't really talk or see them much, but
Monkey Feet knows them. For the rest of the day Cole, Blake, Mommy, Daddy,
and I went ashore to the little islands to check them out and play on the
beach. Monkey Feet had made a lean-to on one of the islands, and since it
fell over we worked on that for a while to repair it. After exploring for a
while we headed back to the boat for dinner. Cole is just rapping up school
now, and I finished a little while ago. Mommy is going to make lunch
sometime soon, and Daddy is on the lookout for logs (these huge trees seem
to be stuck in the current or something, and they keep floating by. Daddy
occasionally runs to the side of the boat with the boat-hook to make sure
the log doesn't hit. It's actually really funny, but sometimes it taps the
boat as it goes by). I'm tired of writing and Mommy is taking lunch orders,
so I gotta go, bye!

Nonna- Cole and I have been saying that your scrambled eggs are the best in
the whole world, and we were thinking that it would be cool if you could
make them for us in 23 days when we see you. See you soon, and love ya, Cam

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hi CammiCam!
I am back in Rhode Island now and in the final stretch to Christmas. That is great because after that I will be looking forward to the flight back to Florida and meeting you at the airport. Uncle Jason, Auntie Dana, Sophia and Giordan are staying here with Nonna and guess what! Giordan is a terrible eater, but guess who gets him to eat! You've got it.....he loves my pancakes! So, to answer your question regarding scrabbled eggs, I will make anything you order each morning you are there. Is that a deal?
You are certainly meeting a lot of people from all over the world. Hope you are enjoying it as much as I love reading your travelog. Uncle Jason, Auntie Dana and the kids have left for New York this morning to see the Rockettes at the Radio City Music Hall. It reminds me of our trip to NYC and the American Girl Place. It was the greatest and maybe we can do Christmas in New York when you get home.
Love you and love your blogs,
Counting down the days,
Nonna xxxxx ooooo