We happened to check our GPS date and only then realized that Christmas is already upon us! Not terribly optimistic that Santa would be able to track us down here, we laid our tevas out in the cockpit just in case.
We’re still anchored off Coiba, this time in the anchorage we abandoned yesterday due to the northern squall (today’s northern squall was not nearly as fierce as yesterday’s but there has been a lot more lightening; Joshua’s hair was standing on end earlier). We heard voices in the dark and went above to see a fishing panga anchored maybe a half mile from us (we could only see it when the lightening flashed). You are not supposed to fish in the national park so who knows what they are up to aside from trying to get some peace and quiet on Christmas eve.
ps – We’re getting low on veggies and had for Christmas Eve dinner Battle Expired Anchovy Recipe #2. Luckily, a Sangiovese de Toscana is doing its part, keeping the scurvy at bay. We should be in full fighting form by the time we hit Panama City.