It 'a bit' of days that I do not write, our travels from island to island in recent days has given me no way, I have a little 'things happening, but not I know where to start.
start with the time, then. Yes yes, I know that my conversation looks more and more that of an elderly English lady at tea time, yes yes I know that in the civilized world is spoken of the time only in the elevator during the interminable second serve to get to its plan to avoid the embarrassing deathly silence with your neighbor when you have nothing to say in 15 years, but for us sailors time is of the essence, those that can revolutionize your day Copernican.
So here we have gone from a nice ventazzo to 30 knots, the calm (missing only the ghost ship of Arthur Gordon Pym horizon), and today, just to accept, we did traversatina from paper to a person under an unbroken curtain rain, zero visibility, the usual beat, and no autopilot, so if Alex has helmed all water under the heavens he sent her, while I cowardly retreat in the boat with the excuse that I had to look after the fragile girls (very good all the time). Today
Vanda has gone, Clare was immediately dissolved into tears, Anna put up a fierce scowl and weathered stoically and then eventually sold it yourself, we change gear and then we go from basic to advanced level, or the ratio in favor of 3 adults against 2 girls, 2 to 2 against, clash of titans, last year the girls have swept the the game, but we play this year and Ale, and I sell life dearly, we look like and draw.
To complicate a bit 'us (otherwise what good is, we may even think of being on vacation in the Caribbean!) Have taken a number of factors, the first of which is the fault of our small fridge, that will not cool enough and that makes me fear for the future of my four pounds of cheese and 4 pounds of ham. The fish, alas, can not resist, and therefore We have to eat, or at least cook it the same day that we fish and can not be preserved.
Also, what I was initially been declassified as a minor sunburn on the neck of Clare, has expanded in recent days to the forearms, then the legs and the trunk now, changing my first diagnosis in a mysterious far-fetched rash-type virus, and finally in impetigo. This hypothesis is currently the most plausible.
nothing serious and a bit 'of Genatlyn Beta can not cure, but since the rash does not get along with sun, sea and sand, it must be admitted that the context I am not much help, especially when it comes to explain to a child of two desperate years she must remain in the boat with his mother and father and sister, they go on the raft at the beach.
The sister, who usually greets her viciously with his hand, and does not even make the effort to sound hypocritically sorry.
I'm coming too! No you do not.
I'm coming too! No you do not.