June 22-24, 2026 When it rains, it pours. Or, from Hamlet: "When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions." The cruising vacation had to be interrupted. My father Marco, my son Juan David, and I are now in Curipoglio, which translates as Land of Gold (according to my family, but Azazello suggests Golden … Continue reading Curipoglio & Casa Blanca, Ecuador: Islands and Storms, Monsters Ailing
Sailing to the Pacific 