Giorno 15 - IONIO Il nostro viaggio verso la Sicilia prosegue. Come dicevamo ieri, aumentano i giorni e aumentano le miglia. Per curiosità, finora ne abbiamo percorse 570, partendo da Lignano Sabbiadoro, in Friuli. Ci fermeremo in Sicilia? Neanche per sogno. Ma tempo al tempo. Ci sarà occasione di sederci a tavolino, guardarci bene negli occhi e raccontarci i progetti futuri. Per il momento godiamoci il presente. Il nostro ci vede a navigare nel mar ionio, durante una giornata calma, priva di vento, povera di onde e di grandi variazioni. Trovo avventure sbirciando nei libri. Per essere precisi, nelle avventure di Ulisse, narrate attraverso la penna di Valerio Massimo Manfredi, nel libro “Il mio nome è Nessuno”. Così, mentre Julia scivola su mari tranquilli e Odisseo si prepara alla guerra contro Priamo, io e Andrea prendiamo le misure di questa nuova vita, accompagnati dal nostro felino del cuore. A domani ❤️ C.

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We had an interesting final sail on Peter's Firebird in the most wind I sailed in when in Barbados - we sailed with 2 reefs. Peter's friend Eric has a foiling waveboard and he wanted to foil behind the Firebird. In the end he managed it, but there was lots of falling in at the beginning. It was hard work for Peter and I as we had to start at near zero speed, so Eric could grab the tow rope, then slowly accelerate to about 7 knots so he could get ready for lift off. Then accelerate to 10 knots very quickly, so he could lift out. And then control the speed at 10-12 rather than surge up to 15-18. But of course the wind would drop, or he'd fall in or.... but, as I say, after 2 hours he did manage to fly for maybe 30 secs. Although, if we were quick enough, we could stop and heave to after he fell in, sometimes we sailed on too far and then we had to pull in the tow rope (we discovered it was too easy to get it entangled on rudders and daggerboards), tack round and sail back. As always it was scary how quickly a head disappears from view. But interestingly we could easily see him when he was in the sun, it was when he was north of us that he became invisible (one of his sons kept a very close eye on Dad, religiously pointing to his position). Flat water helped, and lots of passing day charter cats got a bit confused by seeing a swimmer apparently a mile out to sea but happily waving!

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