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| Treasures from the beach of Culebrita |
Leaving
the pier was a little; as our Venezuelan friend says; exciting. But
once I got to loosen the anchor from the rope on the piling, the
channel off the lagoon seemed a passage to infinity. Ah! Those waters
constantly bubbling with the roar of the wind... They are the best
in the world for the soul of this sailor's heart.
We
spent two nights at Christmas Cove, one of the best places in the
Caribbean: beautiful turquoise waters, spectacular coral reef, clear
as an aquarium, despite the deterioration of coral. The place is
almost deserted after four in the afternoon, when all the tourist
boats depart. First balcony for sunset and a constant breeze. St.
Thomas is just a mile away, the island lights light up like fireflies
in the distance. No noise, just the wind and the waves crashing
against the hull.
Two
nights rocking is enough preparation for an adventure 24 miles
straight west. At 730 am we were on our way. Captain behind the wheel
and his crew on alert, half of a neutamine pill helps me prevent
motion sickness. Winds of zero knots on the stern. The boat was
moving at 6.1 knots, powered by the iron genoa, and helped by the
current and wind. My Captain says that the return to St. Thomas is
not going to be so nice.
Anyway,
here we are, in Culebrita.
The place is a little gem. From the hill a
beautiful brick lighthouse is watching us and if there are six boats
anchored is too much.
Our friend Mike Brown from Beaufort, NC; was
sailing his beautiful Russamee, with its four white sails in full
power. Spectacular welcome. He didn't know we were coming and we did
not know he was going to be in Culebrita this morning.
We
already swam and made a delicious soursop smoothie. Jim takes a nap.
I listen to music and write. Tonight we'll anchor in Ensenada Honda.
Happy hour is at 5. We'll meet more interesting people there. Life is
so hard, after all, for this Creole outside Cuba.
Thursday,
01/23/2014
AnechyNotes
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