I've been here before, age 31, in a small plane, an engagement ring hidden in my pocket. She said yes, on the beach of Punta Chivato. I was here in my late 20s too, aboard the previous Del Viento, with my girlfriend, Windy. We came up only as far as the islands north of La Paz before we crossed the Sea for Mazatlan and continued on to Panama and eventually, Florida. I was here as a teen, again and again in my folks' small plane, landing on sandy strips that would be awash with the tide hours after we touched down. We'd siphon fuel through a chamois and eat huevos rancheros that made my mouth sing.