We have gone from a solitary boat to a band of happy travelers. I imagine this is what nomadic life must have felt like many years ago before our cultures settled. There were fifteen or so boats in our harbor, and pretty much no one sails to the Canaries unless they are planning to cross the Atlantic (although we met one American family who are planning to sail the Western coast of Africa first and looking for company. If only we could...). Many are French, and we spend most days speaking French which is really fun for both Tia and I.

It is very strange for us to suddenly have so many people around. Tia flopped on the cushion yesterday exhausted and said it is so noisy with so many children when will it be quiet again?

Everyone is deeply contemplating the crossing, comparing notes, and making preparations. There are many different kinds of conversations, from details about preserving food, to specific routes and wisdom from more experienced sailors. The backdrop of this moonlike landscape seems appropriate for the cosmic discussions. This is the true colors-no photoshop alterations. We are so focused on the crossing it is easy to miss how spectacular these islands are.