Where have the last few days gone, hanging out on the boat, checking in to the country (way easier than people told us), walking around town. Now we are ready to do a little exploring and get to know some people. Found a church we thought might work even though no English service. Saturday night we went to find it and met some youth oytside the church. They were adorable, all anxious to help us, a mature group, all wanting to use their English. They were scampering to get to the front to meet the English speaking people. So this morning we met up with them, got introduced to all kinds of people and were given a translator who sat with us helping us understand what was neing said. The official language is Portuguese however the unofficial "social language" is Creole. English is hit or miss, some know it well, many not at all. The music was phenominal and the spirit extremely welcoming.
I like it, I like it. Only five days to get here instead of seven. Its a trade off sometimes, sailing fast which can be scary but arrival sooner or going slower which is more relaxing but extra days out. This time we went fast (for me, at least) if we were racing we could of course go faster yet. Glad to be here in the Cape Verdes, no idea what to expect on land. We will fly our yellow quarentine flag today and check into the country tomorrow. We are able to anchor here which is a switch from marinas and its pouring rain so sleep is in order today.
We are out in open ocean waters but really we have been consistantly 200 miles off the coast of Africa. This morning we saw evidence of that, the red sand from the Sahara dessert blowing across the water collecting on our boat, a science lesson right before our eyes.
Its Valentines Day, I had no idea! What a surprize to wake up to a Valentines Day card. Doug was up all night making it (well I hope he was up, it was his shift) It was so sweet of him to remember. I will have to do the walk of shame since I did not :(
Doing passages is a mix between being the scariest thing and the most peaceful thing. I try not to let myself think about the reality of being hundreds of miles away from civilization in a plastic tub but sometimes it creeps in. Usually I stay focused on the tasks at hand, try to keep safety procedures at the front of my mind and read alot to fill my mind with more interesting thoughts than the thoughts my fears tell me. When this happens there is a peace that takes over that can only be felt out here, away from civilization, floating along in the plastic tub. The beauty of the water, the wild life, the breeze, the stars, the moon, the sun, the quiet, the alone time. Its wonderful. I dont know if its possible to understand how much we miss of an experience when there is a constant overload of stimuli our brains are trying to absorb. Its an awesome feeling to have all this time and space out here to think back on life events and fill in the gaps. Somewhere inside the mind has captured more than we know it just needs the quietness to let it surface.