Limonada Adventures

Cutting the limes.

We had just arrived in Santa Marta Colombia yesterday. Today we're going on a trip into town with our friends. The Kid's name is Darien she lives on a little boat named Byamee. We had some other friends that Darien introduced to us. The girl's name is Cassandra. We all met on the dock with our backpacks and stuff like that. Partly why my mom went into town is because she wanted to get a chip, which is how you can use wifi. My mom and dad are really concerned about wifi. Joyce, the mother of Darien, knew a place called tigo it sold chips for the ipad or ipod even a iPhone.

At the place called tigo there was a bin of old iPhone cases. All the kids went over and started sorting them into the different colors. When I looked over at the adults Joyce was sipping what looked like a lime juice freshly squeezed. My mom really wanted one, so my dad, my sister, and I went out on a street. And right there across the street there was a little stand that had lime juice. We walked over and said "we would like to have a lime juice." Of course we said it in Spanish. The guy behind the stand took a big spoon and dipped it into a square tank with white-ish stuff which I guess is something other than lime juice because then he took a lime from the pile of limes and cut the top off then cut two cuts one way and two cuts the opposite way. After he cut it open he put it in a little metal thing that he squeezed and the lime juice came out the bottom.

                                                                   It was delicious.

The man putting the lime juice in the cup.

The squeezer 

Santa Marta

     Santa Marta Colombia is a culture filled place and we've had fun walking the streets of this city.  Last night we went out to have a stroll at 7;00, and it was just as busy at any hour in the day!  We've feasted on street food, Arapas (corn meal buns stuffed with meat and cheese), Shishkabobs, and Limonada, the lime drink that is practically a staple in Colombian food!

This is a Limonada stand we bought from late in the evening.  Because it's so hot here more people are out at 8:00 than at 11:00.


Many nights we've disregarded our own kitchen, settling instead for the cheap, but delicious food-stands we find on the streets of Santa Marta.  Our  impression of Santa Marta has so far been amazing, everything is cheap, the food is wonderful, and we've had a very good time.

Fishing

We left Curacao a few days ago and are just getting into Santa Marta.  Yesterday evening we were all still up and awake, when there was a tug on the fishing line!  So far we hadn't caught one fish in our sailing adventure, even though one passage we had trolled the line for 4 days! My dad reeled it in and for a while we could see it, skimming along the waves a few meters away.  My dad hoisted it onto our boat and we could see it was a black-fin tuna.  My dad butchered it and we put it away for another meal, wile we all settled down for the night.  

The next day my sisters and I were sitting around, my mom was sailing the boat, and my dad was taking a nap, when the fishing line suddenly gave a sharp jerk and an odd buzzing sound! my mom yelled for me and I yelled for y dad until everybody was in the cockpit and looking and the rod.  It was a deep sea fishing line and very hard to reel in, but what made it really difficult for my dad was not only the size of the fish,  although it was no skipjack, but the distraction that came at that moment.  My dad was in the midst of trying to reel in this huge fish when the other line let out a call!  My dad told me and my sister, Cleo to attend to that while he struggled on with the original fish.  Cleo and I wrestled the line back onto the spool, watching the beautiful fish jump through rainbows above the water, and finally succeeded in hauling a Mahi-Mahi (Dolphin fish) onto the boat.  

My dad left the fishing rod for the time being and helped us subdue the thrashing creature, calling my mom over to watch, but she was busy trying to clean up a coffee spill that was threatening to break the electronics that she had left on the helm-seat.  Through all this commotion the wind had sped up and the waves grown larger and larger until the boat was listing sickeningling to the starboard side.  I took pictures of the Mahi-Mahi and got my dads sailing gloves for him, ducking under the main-sheet every time I wanted to reach him.  In the end we lost the big fish but, thinking back on it, I don't think we could've eaten it anyway, what with the two other good-sized fish we had already caught on that passage.

jade and the mahi mahi

We caught a mai mahi. We caught another fish. We decided to eat the mahi mahi another night. Cleo had to stay with the fish so that it didn't jump overboard, and she did a good job. It was good for dinner.

The End

Tuna Tales

My dad holding the fish

We were going on a passage.

We started in the morning and sailed the whole day.

All that day we had the fishing lines out but like always we caught nothing.

The next day we put the fishing lines out again. We sat around reading playing games and drawing my dad and mom were sitting in the helm seat.

Suddenly the fishing line went berserk and my dad said, "we got a fish." He ran over to the fishing line and started to reel it in. As soon as we saw the fish jump that was on our line I jumped with joy than it was on the surface and surfing towards us.

 After it was on the boat and dead my dad bled it which is how you get all the blood out.

After we got it all cut up and into a container we put out the line again. Everyone went back to what they were doing.

                                   I love fishing!!!!

Halloween

It doesn't feel like Halloween here, but I guess it never will.  I usually associate Halloween with the time when it's starting to go cold, but where I am it never does!  The weather changes have thrown me off and I only just remembered about it when another cruising friend invited me to their Halloween party, and now I'm rushing to catch up!

Halloween on a tropical island isn't very easy at all, especially if you're weeks behind, and the day before Halloween I'm still out and searching for gold paint!

I'm going to be Athena, one of the Olympian goddesses, which would've  a very easy costume to put together back in Philly, but not here!

The gohst's of Kleine Bonaire

Once upon a time there was a little island called bonaire.

 Over a few years ships came and settled on the island.  Some people went out on a stretch of land that they named Kleine Bonaire (Little Bonaire)

They built a house and lived for many happy years, but one day there was a storm.  It got bigger and bigger, there was thunder and lightning, they were hiding in there house when a spooky voice came from the closet.  It said, "You will die by the hand of JOHN RUBISKY!".

After that no one knew what had happened to the poor family and that's why Keine Bonaire is deserted.

five years later another family came to Bonaire.  They said, "Why is that little part of Bonaire abandoned?" "Its beautiful, I think we will go build a house there." So they built a house.


After a few months, another terrible storm raged and again the family died by the hand of
JOHN RUBISKY.


                                 
The people that lived on the other parts of bonaire were wondering what all this spooky business
meant.

Finally they decided that the little part of bonaire would have to stay abandoned.  They put moorings where boats could tie up too for the day, but NOT over night.

                                        After  that every one lived happily ever after,

                                                 but they still wondered who JOHN RUBISKY was.