David Kindopp, third generation wanderlust guy, became a pilot at the age of nineteen, a real estate broker at twenty-one, and soon owned several pieces of real property. He married and fathered three sons, founded the largest real estate brokerage in his local area, and learned to sail blue water cruisers on San Francisco Bay; where one can sail through four seasons in one day. While mastering the art of sailing, he was drawn to visit places like Auckland, Syndey, the Great Barrier Reef, Acapulco, Tasmania, Cancun, Chichen Itza, Papeete, Puerto Vallarta and Mazatlán.

The Spell of Mexico
While in Mazatlán David fully succumbed to the spell of Mexico and met a couple of locals who promised political connections and charter permission if he brought a sailboat to Mexico - an idea that had, during that trip, hijacked his soul. Armed with this new vision of partners and permiso, he was determined to find and bring a seaworthy sail boat to that harbor town and get into the charter business, in, as Jimmy Buffett (who continued to tempt him) would call the place; Margaritaville.

The concept of sacrificing a nice home and successful real estate brokerage business at the altar of a mid-life Mexican dream did not so vehemently appeal to his second wife and business partner. Struggling with his need for a different variety of challenge and adventure they divorced, and taking his guile and wits - the only assets he retained in the proceedings - he parlayed that currency into a veteran fifty-foot ketch that possessed (after several months of arduous repairs while living aboard) the style, lines, heart and integrity to sail to Mexico and entertain tourists while slicing a starboard tack toward Isla Venados.

Notorious San Francisco conditions of wind and fog did not stop him from blindly sailing his dream under the Golden Gate Bridge and making a sharp left bound for Mexico. After anchoring in the Mazatlán harbor the two brothers, one of whom owned a rag-tag sport fishing "flota", offered arm waving assurances of temporary" permiso" and proclaimed he should go about his new occupation of finding tourists to take sailing.

"No Problema, Amigo"
Sailing charters lasted about two months before David was busted by the federales and nearly tossed into jail, almost losing his boat to customs and being deported. His partners had not quite secured the "permiso" they promised. The next two years were occupied by attempts to secure official sailing permission while carving out a meager existence selling a make-shift "tour guide" book and doing illegal jeep tours of local places of interest; such as a whorehouse/nightclub. Three years living, loving, struggling and playing in Mazatlán ends with the sale of the boat to a Mexican National and another road trip in the old Jeepster back north of the border, eventually joining a woman he met during one of her vacations in Mazatlán. The tropical dream, and experience, live on in his book, MANANA DOESN'T MEAN TOMORROW, a true account of the adventure.

I Oughta Write a Book!
Back in the states David found a gearing-up real estate market, formed a small partnership, purchased and managed a multi-million dollar property portfolio until an alcoholic partner fused a partnership implosion. The process of re-grouping included separating from the lady met in Mazatlán, and selling a recently acquired thirty-six foot sailboat, berthed in San Diego, to a friend in the Northern California harbor city of Eureka. Helping the new owner sail the vessel north was an easy part of the bargain. Having not much better to do, he spent a few years in Eureka playing with the boat, arranging real estate loans, helping his boat-buyer friend re-hab his historical properties, and writing "MANANA".

MANANA completed
Time in a fog-bound coastal town having run it's course - he moved to Sacramento as a way to re-connect with his two sisters (both living in that city), be close to his sons living nearby, and gain access to a market for his brokerage services.