Two years to the day, we were not where we are now.  We’re strategically anchored amongst three little islands at the end of a long straight where the wind is known to funnel from the north.  We’re here with our…

There is no doubt that an isolated anchorage has its merits, but there is also something special about the sleeping crowd of sailboats in Paros this morning.  A Meltemi is forecast for tomorrow and they’ve come to find the calm…

There’s a place for sailors where the wind blows from the North; for hikers where flower lined trails touch the Aegean Sea; and for mere mortals where the food is fit for gods.  It’s The Cyclades of Greece.  Thus far,…

Ships log - Day one N35°33.5' E15°59.9' We’re somewhere between Malta and Crete.  Should the timing of arrival not be in our favor (dark of night), we will land in Syros, instead of Crete.  Michael chased two yellow-bellied birds out…

Dear Michael,           I’m wondering if your perfect cut and shave have grown out since we’ve been apart.  I miss you, and it makes me smile to think about that master barber flaming your ears in Karaköy.            From the…

We girls had an argument, and Gerty won.  She got a new gennaker, and I got a splint.  The new sail is awesome.  It’s red, white and blue.  My thumb was just blue.  The pollice schiacciato (crushed thumb) happened in…

To say I haven’t thought of you every day since I’ve been in France would be an understatement.  Your spirit was with the birds in the trees that line the river walk to Le Paz.  You were in the snowflakes…

I’ve missed writing from this spot in Gerty’s salon.  I always sit on the starboard side, facing port.  My computer rests on the world map that covers our table.  Our picture wall, with snaps of friends and family, is to…

There is a panificio in Licata, Sicily where the bakers made us feel at home the very first time we went there.  The woman behind the counter spoke just enough English, and we spoke just enough Italian to communicate our…

Let’s talk about sailing, and Greek salad.  You know it’s going to be a serious passage when the dinghy motor gets hoisted and locked away. You know it’s going to be the best Greek salad you’ve ever tasted when every…

Only because of a strong upcoming wind did Gerty dock in front of my house in Brindisi, South Italy on the 14th of October.  That's how I (Axel from Vienna) bumped into Michael and Jill. My plan was to bring…

If you cross your hands over your heart, hook your thumbs together and fan out your fingers, then you have made the emblem of Albania. I learned this from Greta (Albanian-Italian), who is the wife of Andrea (Italian), who is…