Before we moved on from Lefkada (aka Levkas Island, aka Lesbos) we visited one more port. Ormos Sivota was a quaint little port lined with "tavernas" and tourist shops. Numerous boats were tied to the town wall around the harbor. We dropped anchor in the middle of the bay and relaxed. About 30 min later, the light Southerly wind became NW and picked up to 25 knots. The anchors of several boats tied to the wall started to drag anchor and they had to leave the wall and try to re-anchor. Mark and I sat in the cockpit to watch and check that we were not dragging ourselves. We felt really sorry as some of those boats tried time and time again to anchor and not drag. By early evening, the wind had dropped to almost nothing and there were no more dragging anchors. Anchoring feels like a mix of knowledge, art and luck. I have not met yet a sailor that has not had a dragging anchor at some time in his/hers life (unless they almost never use their anchor).

Early next morning, after a quiet night in the port of Sivota, we sailed for Paxoi, a small island in between Lefkada and Corfu. It was so calm that me motored on the west side of Lefkada looking for the cliff where the ancient Greek poet, Sappho, supposedly suicided by throwing herself from the top. There were several good options in terms of cliffs. Any of them could have done the job for poor Sappho.

The wind never picked up so we ended up motoring all the way to Paxoi. Being picky, we checked out all three major harbors in the island, as they are only few miles apart. We settled in the northern anchorage, Lakkas. It was beautiful and the most Bahamas-like anchorage that we had seen so far in the Med: sand bottom, clear waters and depth of just 15 feet all around. The tavernas and shops lined the end of the bay. We liked so much we stayed three days. In the morning I went for walks to the lighthouse and top of the cliffs around the bay, before starting school. After school, we swam or the kids played with the sailing dinghy while Mark and I took the paddleboards to one of the bars in the village and had a drink. Ah! The hard life of the cruiser!!