Agua Verde, approximately 90 miles and our furthest anchorage north of LaPaz, provided another window into the Sea’s village life. Our first stop in the village was for fresh goat cheese. After visiting with the children (and the goats) we looked for the local restaurant. At our first stop, the owner sadly told us she had nothing to serve us. At our next stop, our hostess prepared fresh tortillas, beans, goat cheese, fried eggs and salsa. We savored the warm food and delighted in meeting our hostesses’ grand daughter and hearing about the rest of the family. As we settled the bill, the owner expressed her appreciation for our visit and noted how limited provisions were because of the poor fishing so far this season. Nothwithstanding the limited supplies, our lunch was a most poignant and memorable experience.
A neighboring boat at our Agua Verde anchorage.
Eulalie steering Schooner to shore with Elizabeth Jean in the back ground.
Schooner on the beach with the Agua Verde anchorage in the distance.
First stop, the goat place. Not exactly a farm or ranch; simply a goat filled yard. Here are two of the cuter ones with their mother.
The ram and the ewe at opposite ends of the leaning tree definitely had different ideas about how they wanted to spend their afternoon.
Two children at the goat cheese emporium.
Eulalie showing the children their photograph.
Eric showing children their picture.
The view from the restaurant.
A marine mammal skeleton decorated the shaded yard where we waited for lunch.
Our hostesses for lunch