|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.