A crowd in Mexico burned a Trump effigy back in January.
It wouldn't be the last.
Chris and I remain in La Cruz, Mexico preparing to sail north for summer in the Sea of Cortez. I'll talk about the "Trump Apology Tour of Mexico!" in a minute. But first:
Images from around Banderas Bay:
Evening in La Cruz
This is a first class golf course in Puerto Vallarta. One little problem, though.
Notice the sign. It says:
"Careful. Crocodile Habitat."
Um. Okee dokee. Not sure how playing golf on a crocodile-filled golf course works.
It probably adds to the inherent drama, though!
It's Easter week here in Mexico, which is a huge deal.
Altar for virgin Mary in San Pancho
After countless hours of frustrating work and problem solving by Captain Chris,
our used watermaker is FINALLY up and running.
Chris studying the watermaker components aboard Espiritu
While Chris worked hard on the watermaker, I put in a couple of more shifts at the orphanage in Bucerias with my friend Marne of s/v LeaHona.
Little Charlene had a high fever.
We took her to the doctor for medical attention.
While the big kids are still at school, a little one eats lunch alone in the
dining hall as the cook Anna Maria checks facebook
Little Priscilla says her prayers at the orphanage
Bucerias boy shows off his new Captain America action figure.
Why don't they make Captain Mexico action figures?
Lovely scene in Punta de Mita
Clowning around with my buddy, La Cruz local Ernesto
These wild bananas are growing next to the La Cruz marina. Does that mean
they're free? Unsure, we left them for the locals.
Laser sailboat race in the bay
La Cruz is the meeting place for sailing friends old and new:
James and his every growing family, crew of s/v Jean Marie
Reunion of sailors we met in El Salvador in 2012: crews of
s/v Sundancer, s/v Dawn Trader, s/v Espiritu and s/v ChanteyV
Reunion with besties Howard and Lynn of s/v Swift Current. These two kept us
sane during our months in Costa Rica and Panama back in 2012.
Chris and Nico of s/v Yellow Feather. He's a single hander who left the insanity of Silicon Valley, jumped on a little yellow sailboat alone, and will be leaving for the South Pacific in 2 days.
Fair winds, my friend.
Meet new friends Jon and Shannon of s/v Prism. We were thrilled to find out they're musicians as well! We broke out the instruments one rainy afternoon and had an impromptu jam aboard Espiritu.
Chris on the fiddle, Shannon on the mandolin
Adding Jon on mando and me on guitar made for an amazing rainy afternoon. A few days later, our new friends shoved off for Central America. They're actually famous online, with many thousands of followers of their blog and YouTube videos. Fair winds, kids!
This cucaracha climbed up through the manhole, looked around, and returned to the depths
And speaking of cockroaches...
Saturday night we were in the La Cruz town square enjoying a lovely Easter festival with music, dancing, rides for the kids, etc. I was chatting with my friend Marguerite and her family, all lifetime La Cruz locals.
Suddenly one of them looked at me and said in an agitated voice:
"Trump. Trump. Que paso?"
The happy conversation stopped suddenly -- all of the Mexicans in the group stopped talking. Then, eyes wide, the whole group of them turned and looked directly at me for my response.
I can't be sure, but I think the carousel stopped turning, the children stopped playing, and the entire TOWN went suddenly stone silent, turned, and looked to me for my response.
They looked frightened and concerned. Scared.
You see, nearly every family in Mexico has a young son, niece or nephew living and working in the United States. So, they have skin in the game. They're worried.
Remember, Donald Trump said that Mexican immigrants are rapists and drug dealers.
He did NOT say that SOME of them are rapists and drug dealers.
When pressed by journalists to clarify, he did not clarify -- instead he doubled down on his statement.
He looked right into the camera and calmy, impatiently even, repeated it as a fact (as if it's so obviously true that it should be clear to everyone): Mexican immigrants are rapists and drug dealers.
When we first crossed the border into Ensenada back in December, I told the locals not to worry, that it was only a small number of people who followed Trump, and that he would never be elected.
Fast forward to today, and he's about to be nominated for President by the Republican Party. He could very well win the election.
And in case you're wondering, Trump coverage is 24/7 down here in Mexico. The populace here is fully aware of his every move.
I have no idea what to say to my Mexican friends anymore.
I'm out of excuses for the American people.
From here on out, when a Mexican fearfully asks me about Trump, I'll simply shrug, wave my hand, say "No se," (I don't know) "La gente son loco," (the people are crazy) do a Sign of the Cross, and say: "Dios, ayudamos." (God help us all).
Today they burned another big effigy of Trump in Mexico City, to the joy of cheering crowds.
I really don't know what to do. All I know for sure is, tonight our American flag is coming down off of Espiritu's stern.
Not because I'm ashamed. But because I'm kind of afraid.
Well done, America.