It's been 3 or 4 - but who's counting - lazy days, so I'm in a mood for a relaxed blog entry. We have just finished dinner (did I mention that George is great cook? Well, he is. The food here is of the kind you'd expect in a fancy restaurant, not on a sailing yacht), Marcel was invited. ', 'Marcel is exactly a person who you'd call a sea wolf. His hair's white as snow (so is his dog, who keeps watches at night during ocean passages), you can tell it's Sunday when he's wearing a teeshirt and he's been around the world alone. Twice. He lives on a boat moored just next to Blue Sky and considers half of this port to be his own yard: whenever a boat is coming in or going out - he is assisting. Quite a good way to make friends - you can see him being a guest on other boats all the time.
It suddenly occurred to us that tomorrow is Bastilla - biggest French national holiday (there'll be fireworks just next to the harbour), so we probably aren't getting spare parts for the engine until Monday. There's a possibility of going to the mountains (around 2700 meters - you can imagine grin on my face) considered.
Whatever happens, we're well prepared. Our supply of wine's been refilled today by 20 (twenty) liters, and Michael says it's been "small shopping". Hm.
Oh, and the water temperature is around 30°C now. It's 2230, and I can't make myself wear a teeshirt. I'll probably spend another night in the hammock (it's streched between mast and forstay permanently now). I'm still doing a lot of snorkeling. Not many shells to collect unfortunately.
And now for something completely different: writing this blog made me realize that my English skills are much worse than I'd like them to be. It's a good thing having professionals for correcting my mistakes.
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