A Little Seasick

Oct 15, 2013 by

www.jamesandshilo.comFrom Shilo’s laptop overlooking the sunny, sparkling ocean on Tuesday afternoon…

Saturday was our first day back at Stone Island and it was fabulous. A day of sun, sand and surf. Of playing in the waves, relaxing, enjoying great conversations with our friends Mike and Sandie and generally having a much-needed day of rest and relaxation.

Taz came with us and thoroughly enjoyed romping around, chasing cats, guarding us from wayward beach strays (dogs) and swimming with us in the waves – only the shallow ones though! After being house-bound with an intestinal infection for a week, Taz was as happy to be back on the beach as we were.

www.jamesandshilo.comThe staff at Lety’s, our favorite isla de la Piedra restaurant, welcomed us back with hugs and enthusiasm. It felt  like coming home.

After 5 hours in the ocean breeze and sunshine, we decided to head back to shore. Everyone paid their tab, gathered up belongings and made the trek back to the water taxi. The trip back across the bay was quick. Mike, Sandie, Taz and I all made our way up the ramp and over to the Durango, ready to head home for a shower, some dinner and a quiet night. We stood at the vehicle and waited. And waited. And waited.

Where was James? He was with us on the water taxi and seemed fine…

I walked back over to the ramp down to the water taxi station and saw him standing midway on the ramp. He had put down our beach bag, was gripping the hand rails with both hands and looking a little green. I asked him, “are you okay?” with concern.

“Not really,” was his only reply so I rushed over, looking him over from head-to-toe attempting to discern the cause of his distress.

What had happened? He lost his wedding band over the rail as he was walking up the ramp. Somehow, when he grabbed the Durango keys from his pocket, they clipped his ring and flung it off his finger and overboard, into the depths of the ocean!! He felt sick about it.

We stood there along side James looking over the rail into the ocean. We could see something in the water, gleaming in the sunlight, but we weren’t sure if that was James’ ring or what to do about the situation.

Fowww.jamesandshilo.comrtunately, there were locals standing by who saw what happened. One woman called to her son, who must have been about 9 years old, and asked him to dive in and retreive the ring (it was all in Spanish which we don’t speak fluently yet; I am assuming that’s what she said!). So this little guy went up top, grabbed a face mask and gingerly stepped down onto the rocks between the wall, the ramp and the dock – and dove in.

Down he would go, and up he came. Over and over and over again. Then, on his – what? – 8th attempt, he grasped the ring and swam back up. He broke through the surface of the water with a big grin on his face, his hand holding the ring thrust traight up into the air – success!

Once he climbed back up the rocks, he gave James his ring back. We all cheered! Super appreciative, James gave the little guy a reward in pesos which seemed to make his day. He went running up to everyone gathered up top to celebrate his success and his winnings. I wish I had thought to take his picture – he was so proud and  excited. It was a very sweet moment.

For James, it was an epic relief. I was happy for him too! I was also surprised and impressed with my own peace – I wasn’t stressed or upset at all. Amazing! I knew the ring was insured and that, either way, it would be okay. It’s just a ring.

That level of detachment is a miracle for me… And so is getting the ring back!!!

Note to self: be mindful of our jewelry when at/near the ocean! The combination of the sea salt in the ocean and the water temperature creates prime conditions for rings, bracelets etc to slip right off.

 

 

 

3 Comments

  1. I am glad James got his wedding ring back. I had been married only 4 short months when I lost my ring in the rough and tumble waves of Hawaii. I had spent the day playing in the waves and only noticed it was gone on the walk home… 🙁

    I won’t say how I lost the second one :)…

    • jamesdandshilot

      Too funny. Now I want to know about the second ring, Neil…!

  2. What a wonderful story about how loving and helpful our fellow Mazatlecos are. They welcome foreigners with open arms, making us feel at home. They see our distress, and ask their kids to put themselves at risk to help us out. It really is a hospitable, friendly place in which to live. We are glad you’re callling this home. And I didn’t realize you guys had a blog (I don’t see a button to subscribe or follow), nor did I realize you are speakers. I was for decades, though I’m glad I don’t travel 25 days/month anymore, lol. I do still work like a mad woman tho. Thanks for the terrific story! I too wish we could see the kid’s glow, but imagining it is maybe even better.