Solo sailing means never having to say ‘I’m sorry’. Or maybe it just means ‘I am sorry’. But it also means that, after 26 days at sea, I can drink again. And after getting beat-up in a 30 knot east wind with a sea built from square boulders I was soon to be happy that the crossing from the Canaries was done. I entered into Simpson’s Lagoon at St. Martin’s Dutch side bridge and motored past the crowd at the yacht club, although the guy standing there seemed a little bored. It didn’t take long to find Ken and Gail from ‘Sangreal’ moored behind Dog Shit Island and after I hooked up near them, they gave me a proper greeting with coffee, rum, a few beers, and morning after pizza. I have wonderful friends. Called Uli and then I took a short nap. That afternoon, Ken, Gail, and I jumped into their new dingy headed for the latest addition to the pubs here, ‘Barnacles’. Because of the Super Bowl, they threw a 3 hour happy hour with beers at a buck a bottle. Need I say more? So here I am again. And most of my favorite crowd are still here, or have returned for another season. I’m planted till harvest in June, and am happy to be here.
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Hi Sweetheart!
Maybe you should change the category of this post from “sailing” to “drinking”.
Take care of your liver.
Big hug!