We're getting closer. Each day we check how many miles are left and the number is dwindling quickly - 1000, 840, 720. We look at how many miles we think we can make each day, do a simple division, and, voila, imagine ourselves arriving in St. Lucia Friday at noon, maybe in the morning, maybe even early enough for a beer on Thursday before a long long sleep.
We're excited. Excited about the cold rum punch that is supposed to be waiting for us on the docks when we tie off our lines; excited about a freshwater shower; excited about eating anything besides the cabbage, pasta and canned tuna that is left on the boat. Fantasies about what we'll eat and drink first occupy lots of our thoughts during the hours at the wheel.
But, we're a little trepidatious about our trip ending soon too. After 15 days at sea we've settled into a rhythm - steering, eating, reading. It's a nice rhythm that's calm and relaxing and that composes all our current reality. That will end the moment we touch land with the flurry of pent up tasks and tugs on our attention - boat work, back to work, calls to family - that will be waiting for us. So, we are trying to draw out every moment of pleasure in the last few days we have under the sun and stars sailing slowly west.
See you soon,
Engelen