A quick recap of part one, No propane, Have to go to Dominica, Anchor, It's a holiday, No sleep, Head to Roseau, Big winds, Mooring Ball. The extended version is here in case you missed it.
Continuing with the story...
Learning the cruising life
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~All I ask is a tall ship, and a star to steer her by~~~~
Wednesday, May 16, 2018
Sunday, May 13, 2018
Luxury yacht? (Part one)
I received an email today inviting me on a Luxury Yacht for Mother's Day with complimentary mimosas and snacks. This arrived in my inbox on a particularly non luxurious day, let me tell you the details!
Tuesday, May 8, 2018
Free to explore
For the time being we have finished our waiting, repairs and upgrades and we are on our own to explore. It is very liberating and we are enjoying the freedom. Diving and hiking in Guadeloupe, both on the main island and in Iles des Saintes, the group of islands at the most southern point of Guadeloupe.
Friday, April 27, 2018
Expectations vs Reality
Yes, I know that a cruisers plans are written in sand during low tide. I understand the need to be flexible, but I still have expectations and I still do make plans and oh, so often lately, those plans have to change.
Friday, April 20, 2018
Exciting times, when your engine quits at sea
Excitement on a cruising boat is rarely a good thing. Having the engine quit on us was pretty exciting, and not in a good way.
Thursday, April 12, 2018
Sunday, March 18, 2018
Life on the slant
home
hōm/
noun
- 1.the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household.
Home is a place that is familiar, where you know the rules, you know the layout, you know how things work. You have expections. Rhapsody is our home. The sense of home is strong. The majority of the time she is at anchor or on a mooring. She is a boat, so she moves. She rocks back and forth, sometimes a gentle rock and other times not so gentle. While she is at anchor she rocks, but always returns to the center. We understand these rules, we feel them, we move to them, as others move to the rhythms of their homes.
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