I was there in 03. The dock was basically a dinghy dock for all the cruisers in the harbor. Fabulous town.

The guard that year was Augustin Hernandez, a sweet old gent I got to know pretty well while I was there. He spoke no English and I spoke very little Spanish, very poorly. Somehow we communicated, mostly by sign language. One day I invited him out to my boat for lunch. As we dinghied past the local fishermen on the muelle, he was so proud of himself, heading out to a yacht just like a rich man.

There were times when my limited Spanish just wasn't adequate and I could not figure out what he was trying to tell me. Once, I got out paper and pencil, along with a Spanish-English dictionary. I figured if I wrote down the word I couldn't understand, I could look it up. His spelling was so atrocious I could never find any of the words he wrote down in the dictionary. But we had great times together.

Maybe I'll get back there again one year.