A Nayarita Castaway, The Diary

By Guillermo A. Osorio Álvarez

This novel is based on a true story. It is hard to believe it; it is even harder to go through an experience like this. This event shook a fisher town that swung in two extremes. On the one hand, there is sadness and helplessness; on the other, the allegory of a miraculous rescue.
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• Language: English
• Publisher: Innovación Editorial Lagares de México, S.A. de C.V.
• Release date: Apr 1, 2019

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NAYARITA

CASTAWAY

THE DIARY

Guillermo A. Osorio Álvarez

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A Nayarita Castaway, The Diary

© 2013 Guillermo A. Osorio Álvarez

© 2013 por Innovación Editorial Lagares de México, S.A. de C.V.

Álamo Plateado No. 1-402

Fracc. Los Álamos

Naucalpan, Estado de México

C.P. 53230

Phone number: 52 (55) 5240-1295

email: [e-mail]

Cover Design: Enrique Ibarra Vicente

Design: Rosaura Rodríguez Aguilera

Electronic ISBN: 978-607-410-215-4

First edition march, 2013

Thank the flame for its light,

but do not forget the lamp holder

standing in the shade with constancy of patience.

R. Tagore

Acknowledgements…

I am pleased to have labored in the Technical High Schools subsystem for more than thirty years in the State of Nayarit, as well as in the State of Mexico as my profession has developed as a teacher of adolescents; I have learned more from their lives and idiosyncrasies than they have learned from mine.

I want to thank Ms. Gloria Ocampo as well as Ms. Martha Diaz Cañas for their guidelines, comments and suggestions.

I am greatly blessed to have a family who loves me and believes in me. Thanks for all the indispensable support from my children Arturo, Andrea and Emmanuel. Also, thanks to my wife, Ph.D. in Education Flor Maria Hurtado Luna for her cooperation.

I thank each and every one of all the people who have contributed in the creation of this literary work. Special thanks to Alfredo, who told me his adventure and to Claudia Domínguez Mejía for guiding me in its written development.

I would also like to thank you, reader, for giving yourself the time to read it. I hope you enjoy it…

Prologue

The Bay of Banderas extends from Cabo Corrientes in the state of Jalisco, to Punta de Mita in Nayarit. It is guarded by two semi-arid islands named Marietas. Fishermen town La Cruz de Huanaclaxtle is located between Bucerías and Punta de Mita. All this is surrounded by a natural landscape that combines mountains and tropical forest.

Access is gained from a main road along a series of palm trees that leads to the single roundabout in the city. Here lies an enormous wooden cross. The street goes down to the beach covered with golden sand, soft waves and warm water. On the right you can see a little plaza adorned with leafy fig and almond trees. Ultimately, you will find the church with its modest steeple.

Spread along the streets and alleys there are houses made of adobe, brick or wood. All of them have roofs made of palms to aid freshness. In a small bay, the piers where the boats leave to catch fish like snapper, mullet, sierra and gold, among others.

Time goes by smoothly in this town filled with picturesque sites. It is as though time would stand still, just moving forward one second at a time. One day, however, five fishermen disappeared at it all changed. What was once peace, changed into a wave of anguish that filled the environment with fear, with uncertainty.

This story may be read continuously in the form of a diary; it may also be read adding the attachments (ANNEX) where, in a parallel manner, are described the happenings of the family and friends engaged in the search for the missing children in a boat adrift in the reckless sea.

November 10

On that unforgettable day, I returned from Banderas Bay with my step father at around noon. Earlier that day we had raised the beach seine; we had sorted out the different fish types and we had also delivered the merchandise to Productos Pesqueros Mexicanos. I was finally heading home with no more worries on my mind since the company keeps track of the kilos of fish caught daily, they also sells them and then we get paid every Saturday.

I’d previously reserved eight fish for my family. I speared them along on a rope to transport them in comfort. That would be our food. By the time I got home, my mom had already made scrambled eggs, beans, as well as a sauce made with slightly burned tomatoes on a molcajete. She gave us a cup of lemon tea as she cleaned the comal in order to make the tortillas for lunch.

Hey mom, —I called her attention— Don Lupe asked me to go with him to the Maria Islands to catch sharks and porgy. Pepe, Chucho and Martín are coming too. If you allow it, I’d like to go with them.

What do you think, Guillermo? —She asked my stepfather.

That’s quite all right with me. This will help him become a man. He’ll see the difference between throwing nets along the beach and fishing at sea.

Well and how