Ever wondered how much your surrounds unfluence your mindset, enhance your health, even alter your biology?
Living on the water feels refreshing and bit like a reset for me. I am acutely aware of my bubble, even more so when I’m sleeping. It is the slow rising and falling with the pull of the full moon as if the ocean is in a beautiful deep sleep. And knowing the constellations are above as a constant guide is a true gift in itself. It all feels good right? Unless of course it’s cloudy, rainy or the wind is on the nose. (I don’t mean smelly, I mean blowing the wrong direction).

So, when the weather doesn’t play the game, we seek refuge in an anchorage or a protected bay. And if you have a small draft you can shelter from a big blow up a picturesque river, creek or even in a mangrove. For Condesa, we headed her into a marina this time to carry on with boat jobs, allowing the wild wind and sea-state to settle.

Our good friend and natural born sailor friend Pedro, once told me he hated coming to shore . Wait, what?! I was agasped, totally naive to what he was actually saying. What about the dining out, the people you meet, the awesome local markets? Or, the long, hot, day-dreamy shower while you wait for the laundry? (asking for a friend)
Years on and I understand what he meant. The rainy day we arrived I was alerted to local news about slippery, wet ramps and croc sightings in the marina all whilst making my way up the narrow gangway to check-in and book the courtesy car to run errands. Time is of the essence when you head to the nearest town and so you overhear conversations, not so much about the weather, more “news” related and intense. The minute you pick up on the vibe of a town, before you know it you’re driving with the break and excellerator on at the same time. (if you know what I mean)

So here we are - the chemistry of the environment, feeding our cells and sure enough your brain is wired to sweat the small/big stuff. Pedro had a good point though....many actually 🤟🏻😆. The day you untie the boat from the dock, drift away, the rules and regulations dilute in your wake, then it’s you, your vessel and the blanket of stars to cocoon the quiet that can rein. (within)

Stay safe wherever you are everyone!