We were planning on sailing to Delos or Mykonos but then we got an email from our friend, Helen, who we met last summer in Indonesia, saying she was en route to Naxos, so we changed plans...and so did the wind. We had 25-30 kts on the nose all day, averaging speeds of 2.5-3 kts. (No, I didn't take a picture of our instruments. If you're a sailor, you've most likely seen it many times before.) The 3-4 hour trip turned into a whole day affair.

And,,,here we go again. Another docking story. Our Spanish friend Jesus (who we now refer to as our savior) was, once again, on the dock awaiting us. (Captain Ken to Jesus; "I don't know how I got 3/4 of the way around the world without your help".) The winds were blowing and the spot was small, but with his help, and another 10 or so people, Moonbeam was secured to the dock. I didn't take the pic when everyone was pitching in to help...because I thought it would be indelicate of me to drop my lines to get a photo op.

We walked into town and started exploring. I had been here in 1971 but it was as if I had never been here before. This is a happening place now. When I was here 44 (yikes) years ago, I remember my friends and I getting off the ferry from Pareus at a rinky dinky dock. A gentleman, who spoke no English, picked up our luggage, piled it into his donkey cart, and we followed him on foot, walking up into the hills and down, ending up in his family home, with no electricity. The windows had no glass panes, and you could just crawl out onto the beach which had Ivory snow-like flakes of sand and turquoise water. I think we paid about $2.50/night for the 3 of us.

The moral of the story: You can go home again....but it ain't gonna' be the same.