course we're spoiled. Gone are the days when nothing reigned supreme, here to San Blas, and a can of corn or beans were the best vegetables that could be hoped. Now, pretty much once a week, a motorboat full of leaves from each bendidìo Narganà and goes around the anchors of the boats to supply fruit, vegetables and other basic needs and even the second. I mean, if you want you can also buy the dish soap, or Coke. Oh well, though I did not need to be in the middle of nowhere of San Blas for the proof that Coke reach everywhere, knows no limits and boundaries, so do not grow on trees or even on the palms but I am sure that sooner or later this will happen again . As I was saying is
came the launch of fruits and vegetables, and we all happy we did our weekly shopping, then we left everything on deck waiting to be washed and examined.
Yeah, because after that in 2006 the first transatlantic crossing, like a Noah's ark story boarded a couple of cockroaches hidden in fruit and vegetables, with the consequences you can imagine, we have become paranoid to the edge of the scrupulous As regards the washing and examination of each vegetable on board.
So, with all beautifully displayed on the deck we went downstairs to have breakfast, over which I gave to Clare all the skins to be thrown into the sea, which she loves.
However, each parent knows that a child is a child too quiet harmless only if she's asleep, architect or otherwise is doing some damage, usually irreversible. I should know, because I have my girls, in order, flooded the house, sofas and frescoed walls and peeled in one stroke all the plants of basil, mint and sage. But they did it very quietly!
Ergo, after a few seconds of silence suspicion of Clare, I looked out the cockpit just in time to see my daughter, who threw overboard, with clockwork regularity and elegant movement of the forearm, whole fruits and vegetables just bought one at a time.
A row of colorful vegetables floating wound from our stern out to sea, like a long colorful ribbon.
"Nooooooo!" I roar, without finding other words that better articulate the notion that I wanted to convey.
After that, an external and impartial observer could see the difference in cold blood in both masculine and feminine genders on board have shown in this matter.
An adult woman jumping, shouting "Ale tuffatituffatituffatituffati prendileprendileprendileprendile," another female smaller jumping, shouting "Dad float! Prendileprendileprendile", and another female even smaller jumping, shouting "Oh oh, I made a mistake Oh oh!" .
The only man on board, far from the dive, unhurriedly slid the boat, he waited he saw Gigi and arrived at the scene to help, and together they went slowly to recover the fruits and vegetables, which had pushed the current era.
Yes, the dinghy. Who would have ever thought you would like to make more sense as clothes and dive without fins, swimming frantically, raking in swimming all fruits and vegetables and then come back against the trend, pushing everything in some way?! It was an impulse far more sensible, no?