SUPPED ON FRESH FISH TONIGHT

After weighing anchor in Acapulco Monday morning  we sailed for a day, motored for a day and made our way to Puerto Angels, which is about 30 some ode nautical miles from Huatulco.  Spent a well deserved night of sleep and are now on our way to a little cove called Jicaral for a few days of sun and swim!

Talk to you again soon.   Lue and Claes

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