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HERE IT IS...ARI |
Deficiency | Mean | Excess |
Points too far into the wind, leading to sudden, dangerous jibe | Points as close to target as possible | Points too far away from the wind, leading to sudden tack, completely steering vessel off course |
Ignores current, runs adrift, missing target | Meets the target at landfall | Fights current too much, runs aground, sinking or damaging the vessel |
Hoists insufficient sail surface leading to bumpy ride, inability to counter current and waves, delaying or impeding landfall | Hoists just the right amount of sail, allowing for maximal speed, safety and comfort | Hoists too much sail surface leading to wet ride, ripped sails, broken spars, weakened rig |
My major fears have been assuaged... there are TONS of cruising kids!
It's a whole subset of the cruising world here in Graciosa. The week looks
like this for toni and Ari: mornings are at Collegio, where they play with
Spanish speaking kids (except their buddy Tano, who speaks English.) THen
they come home and play with the cruising kids, who ever happens to be around...
Australian, New Zealanders, English, French, German... you name it!
Adam has arrived! The boy at the top of our climbing ladder was Toni's
first real cruising friend. They met in Gibraltar and his boat finally
arrived yesterday. The other two kids are Nia, an English girl, and of
course Tano in the baseball cap.
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This last weekend a swimming race from La Graciosa took place and the swimmers
raced by Pangaea, so I thought we'd let you know what 300 yellow caps look like
bobbing around a harbor.
Hannah, a lovely young woman off the sailboat Ripple, spent hours playing with
Toni and Ari, drawing, reading and going to the beach. We will miss her,
since she flew back to England to make some money and continue her life journey.
She basically grew up as a liveaboard kid.
Cruiser party on the beach.
Toni's wind-propulsioned housing project.
Liliian, next to Ari, grew up in the Bahamas, and the other two girls,
Marilou and Eliza, are French.
This is how the kids go to school...
And these show how tired Ari gets from school!
After several
hours of being tortured by an extremely tired, excited son, I have been given a
few minute respite from being mama, with two small beings conked out on the
floor of a first class compartment.
My mother in law was so nervous this morning that I could hardly get ready.
The train was leaving at 12:24, and it takes approximately 25 minutes to get to
the station from Kornweg. Fifteen minutes on either side of that, and it seemed
to me that an hour would be more than enough time to have everything properly
prepared. At 9:45, when I said I would like to take a shower, her eyes became
wide and fearful. "You don't have time! " she said.
Of course I made the time for everything I needed to, including shlepping
kids' bikes and strollers and tricycles up to the attic, canceling my AOL
account (that free month was SO helpful!) and kissing goodbye the things I will
love and miss: all those photos, my books, diaries, bathtub, four burner stove.
I kissed goodbye my telephone, my answering machine. Goodbye nice clothes.
Goodbye big playroom and balcony. Goodbye, you comfy suburban German life, blue
acres here we come.
Outside on the street, our little 3 year old neighbor Alina stood cherub
cheeked, ready to wave us goodbye. She, like all the children in the
neighborhood, looked like she knew that street so well, that every little patch
of grass around her home was familiar territory. I thought about my daughter,
how used to moving she is, how she looked at Alina... did she remember her name?
Did they ever even get to play together? I doubt it. All the four years we've
spent part of her life visited Oma and Opa's house in Wellingsbuttel, Antonia
has not made a single close friend on that street. In europe it seems to take
ages to really have kids meet kids, or you need to have been a part of their
world for awhile.
"So," said Alina's father, Sunday morning rake in hand, "You're going back,
are you?"
Back? I thought about it. Where did he mean by back? I suppose we were going
back to the boat, but somehow it felt like going forward more than back.
Port Barcares, France
We’ve been aboard for three days now.
The kids are having a ball. This place would be perfect, if they had space at
the kindergarten where I wanted to put the kids. No room at the inn! What can I
do? Hire a babysitter for a few hours a day. Money, honey. And that doesn’t
solve the playing with the kids thing. There may still be a apace for Antonia at
the school here, but even that’s not for sure.
But the kids are thrilled to be aboard, I can tell. They finally seem to be
“at home.” Isn’t it strange, ironic and weird how much I wish we had family
around us : Oma and Opa, Gramma and Grampa, Aunties and Uncles… and they all
want to be around us, too… and yet here we are, far away from anyone we know,
haven’t met a soul around here yet (although the people seem friendly enough!).
What wouldn’t I do to just have a little something or someone for the kids… but
there I go again looking at the down side of things. The boat is getting better
and better. Right now Achim is installing two shelves for the big books taking
over the cabins… he began to install the CD player so we can have music… washing
machine and dishwasher are both kicking, I took my first hot shower on board for
our 12 year anniversary yesterday. There is always a ton of stuff to do and I
can’t just plant the kids in front of a video anymore… we only have 4 dvds!
Port Barcares is a feast of famine tourist spot, completely dead in the off
season and absolutely packed in the high season. And right now it’s extremely
windy, especially down at the port. I am SO happy to be in one place, though,
and not have to run around. The kids still just talk about taking a train,
plane, bus… for once we are staying somewhere for a little while!
Dear Friends and Family, Yesterday, I was playing Travel with Ari. I said, “let’s go visit gramma.” I put Ari’s backpack on him, filled it with Tarzan figurines, and headed for the door. “How do you plan on getting there, young lady?” mommy asked. “With a plane and a boat, I said, then added, “ and a car.” “Choochoo train!” Ari screamed. So I thought I could give you a summary of what our year looked like: January We go to the beach a lot in Kailua, where we live in a highrise apartment building. February Gramma and Grampa visit us in Kailua. We can walk to their apartment and they take us around in our double stroller. Ari almost gets circumcised but talks mommy and daddy out of it. March Everything mommy can’t sell on Ebay, she packs into the Volvo and leaves it in a garage, then we take a plane to see Gramma and Grampa again. Then we are on another plane to see Oma and Opa again. April We take the train down to Bad Gastein Austria, where Oma and Opa take us for walks around the Alps and where we can throw things off their balcony. It’s a lot of fun to stay in an apartment with no electricity, and I help mom light and blow out the candles every night. May Mommy gets ripped off on Ebay, I see her tearing her hair out on the computer. We take a car down to our boat in France, then take another train up to Hamburg. I like the train better than the car. June Take a plane to Santa Fe New Mexico, Where Mommy read Aristotle and other stuff without pictures. We got to watch lots of Cinderella, eat lots of ice cream, and go to the children’s museum with gramma and grampa. July Still in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Some nights, gramma puts us to bed. Mommy doesn’t know how to do that. We get to see an Indian feast, play in the swimming pool, and watch gramma and gramma schwitz. August Mommy wears a funny cap and gown. We celebrate my fourth birthday with piñata, pin the tail on the donkey, and lots of friends. Take a plane to Germany in time for a second birthday party. September Take a train to the Lüneburger Heide, where I get to play with kittycats and Ari gets to play with a cool train set. Then we take a train down to South of France and help daddy to Make the boat. October We drive to St. Tropez to look at Sarah Darling’s pretty Galapagos animal pictures. Ari can’t talk them out of it this time, and we take him to the clinic. His peepee hurts for awhile, so we don’t take any trains or planes for a few weeks. November I go to a French school called “La Maternelle.” I learn to say “Stop that!” and “Sit down!” in French. Ari goes to his own school called “the Little Chickies.” Sometimes I go there with him, and I like it there better. December We take a train back up to Oma and Opa’s to celebrate Channukah and Christmas. Daddy escapes from a bad guy in Port Napoleon with our boat, which he sails to Port Barcares, near the Spanish border. We can see snow on the Pyrenees from our deck. Next year, we’ll be sailing a whole lot more, we hope. |