Hasta La Vista, Espana


It’s seven in the morning and still quite dark. The sky is beginning to lighten and a pale violet color is showing behind rips in the clouds low on the horizon. Higher up stars can be seen through what in the low light looks like a mackerel sky. I hope it isn’t, that usually means rain is coming. There isn’t a breath of a breeze but there is a slight tidal action and the fenders between Peregrine and our new neighbors are groaning as they rub against the hull. That and the hum of electricity through the converter are the only sounds I hear. Gene is still asleep.
We leave tomorrow morning. I think we’ve got everything except mustard and sea sick pills. I think I’ve provisioned for six months rather than a month. The hardest part of provisioning for a long trip like this is finding a place to put all the stuff. We are bulging! With luck, we should be in St. Lucia for the New Year. The wind will be a little strong for my taste, but it should be behind us so we won’t feel it too much. We plan to just let out the jib and let Peregrine do her thing. We won’t try to squeeze out every tenth of a knot to go as fast as we can. I just read that a swell from the west is normal and I am dreading it because it hits us broadside and causes confused seas; that is seasick time for me. I was miserable on the sail from Gibraltar to here because of the swell. I thought it was from a storm. I finally found some large zip-lock bags. I bought two boxes and when I got them home and opened them I realized they were special ‘veggie’ bags or something because they were perforated with pin sized holes. Won’t do much good as barf bags!
The sky is light gray now and some Sandwich terns are ‘wricking’ outside. I popped my head out and saw the rising sun reflected on the cloud cover as a orangey-pink. Uh-oh, ‘Red sky at morning, Sailor take warning.’ Gene will check the weather on the internet today to see if anything has changed. So far, checking the weather hasn’t done much good, it is never what it says it will be. Now the Yellow-legged gulls are joining the terns in calling to the morning. I popped out again to see the clouds are now golden. A very big sailboat with five spreaders on her mast was gliding in. It reminds me of one of the ARC boats. There were some big, fancy boats heading off with that rally. Gene checked their progress once at the internet café. One was dismasted and went to the Azores for repairs. I think we should look again to see if we can gain some insight, not that our experience will be the same as a 100ft long crewed yacht, but weather conditions should be about the same.
We will be at sea for Christmas so I bought a bottle of champagne and a small chub of roasted chicken sealed in a vacuum pack that says it will still be edible by that date. We will be with you all in spirit at Grandma and Grampas on Christmas Eve.
Arrrgh! We’ve got to get home soon, I be gettin’ too old for this! (Maybe we’ll just quit in the Caribee or Costa Rica.)
Goodbye for now, we’ll write when we get to an internet café or a hotspot.
Much Love to You All and MERRY CHRISTMAS

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