After living only a few weeks with these good-hearted people, Patrick and I are resolved in our decision that this is the community we should be apart of.
That being said, the engine is still not running. Furthermore, the previous owner who was contractually obligated to fix it has used ambiguous language as an excuse to exonerate himself from any further maintenance expenses. This means that Patrick and I are left with a faulty engine, that can be repaired but at a high price and in the meantime, the lease of our slip terminates in two days. We can't afford to stay in the marina, but we physically can't move the boat while the engine is out. A conundrum.
Spirits are thusly low on the little Cape Dory. We only have further expenses and delays ahead of us. I am trying to make the most of things which could obviously be worse, but that thought has never brought much consolation to anyone. Poor Patrick is devotedly studying charts of the Near Bahamas, hoping against all odds that the engine problems won't permanently delete them from our itinerary. I've already sworn away all food besides rice and the fish we had better start catching as a pledge of my unswerving commitment to making any necessary sacrifice in order to realize our sun-bathed, tropical beached goals.
This is only the first of many difficulties that we anticipated and were duly convinced that we wanted to brave when we planned this trip from the safety of our home back in Denver. I am proud of what we have accomplished. Mostly, I am proud of Patrick who has worked for this for years and was kind enough to bring me along. We have already done the hard part. Now we are only waiting for the right moment to set sail without having to look back.