Altair is "up on her legs" for the summer now. I am taking everything down and tomorrow I will fly back to the USA again. In preparation for my return, I charged up my cell phone, and over the last couple days I've been sad to see that I can't turn it on. But then yesterday I saw the power button is on the top of it, and I realized that I had forgotten how to turn it on! I wonder if I will remember how to use it. This last week in San Blas has been nice, and I spent a lot of time with a couple off a boat called Kasasa, who are very generous with their apple juice. They just left this morning, and I "helped" push them off. Well, I didn't do anything, actually. But watching them go is bringing that spirit back into me where I want to get moving some more. So I am eager about getting out of here and on the plane.
But at the same time, there is a part of me that is going to really miss Altair. I've been living aboard for a year now, and have spent nearly every night in her bosom. To go somewhere else will be very strange.