Like Rony said, it’s fucking cold in New York. The temperature dropped 20 degrees from yesterday, and all I can think of today is what I was doing last year at this time. I was heading through the Panama Canal on my aunt’s 40-foot sloop.
From Panama City, we went on to the Galapagos Islands, about 800 miles, or 7 days with spotty wind and troublesome motor, away. Sailing can be really boring if you’re sick of your book and sick of sleeping. Until you get visitors.