1 year in the Caribbean and almost 2 since we set sail from Poland! (It took 15 minutes to be back in Germany but whatever!😜) And still my throwback shot from 2009 (2008 even?) in Greece on Betty made it in. You can take the motorcycle away from the girl but you can’t take the memories. (Because the bike is gone gone. Like sold in Mongolia gone. ) 🧜♀️💜🧜♀️ This time last year I was getting ready to join Patrick back in St. Lucia after he crossed the Atlantic with friends.
Now Falkor is for sale and our “maybe to the Caribbean but I’ll only promise to Amsterdam, and no more than 3 years max” has turned into sell Falkor, buy a bigger boat and do this indefinitely.
Not bad considering today as we sat in the cockpit talking about all that we need to do to move onto the new boat I pointed out that our first year sailing I was figuring out if we would stay together or not. #jokingnotjoking
I really don’t regret buying Falkor. He’s too small for a family of 4 but he has given us some amazing adventures, knitted our family back together again and taught me that there is a huge difference between fear and danger. Knowing what I know now I’d still go for a smaller boat that didn’t break the bank but let us figure out if we could do this sailing thing or not. (Not the travel. We did motorcycling and tenting for years. But the ocean? Gah! See fear and danger. I’m a Newfoundlander, we sank the titanic!) But now that I have committed to this lifestyle I can’t freaking wait to have SPACE and a reading corner.
2017 was heartbreak and mending. 2018 was confidence and growth. I’m looking forward to 2019. And it’s wonderful to be able to say that.