Happy New Year!!!

I offer this picture of BJ in our boat as proof that I did nothing but clean yesterday. She looks great in a little black dress. We were ready to go out, but we did not make it out until midnight, in good keeping with our sailor's hours.

We ran into Babby and David again last night. They are the people that I spoke of yesterday, who attempted the crossing a couple of nights ago. We met up with them at a local bar, where we took this picture:

They are from Charlotte, NC and keep their boat, "Hark the Sound" in Georgetown, SC. The left this afternoon attempting another crossing, but since they are on a 43' sailboat, they will be leaving around 10:00PM tonight. We thought we would meet up at the West End in the Grand Bahamas, but I think they are gong to bypass that.

We also met a woman Tina, last night who seemed to know everyone. She lives here in West Palm Beach, so I pried as much local knowledge from her that I could. More on that later...

The West End is still our destination. We will attempt it tomorrow as the seas look favorable. Hopefully we will be drinking slushy drinks in the Bahamas by tomorrow evening!

We decided to take a cab to go to lunch and then hit a grocery store to stock up on the provisions that we either consumed, or forgotten. Remember Tina, from last night? I asked here where the most authentic Mexican food was here in W. Palm. She handed me her cell phone and had her friend tell me the name of the establishment: Tacos al Carbona. She said that they did not really speak English there, so I thought that this would be great. She also indicated it was a few miles away. After giving the cab driver the address that I looked up with my "Q", he was off. When we got on to I-95 south, I started t look up the directions. It was well over 10 miles away. With the meter running, we looked at each other and said "this better be really good Mexican food". Thirty-five dollars later, we were there. It looked pretty scary, but I know that is where the best food comes from. You could only order from the take-out window and eat overlooking a dirty view of a busy 6 lane highway. But wait, there's more. All of the picnic tables were covered with bird droppings, if you could get the birds off of them.

The verdict: Awesome! Even though we were eating off a dirty table from Styrofoam containers, it was just like Mom used to make (if Mom was from Mexico). The rice just like I like it, and great tortillas. The food was great, and here is the ambiance:

That's all for now.