
A whole weekend for me, at last, for tramping around the sea (don't forget that's the title of the blog). I hadn't to take care of my child this weekend, the boat was in reasonable good shape and the forecast was optimistic: the perfect conditions for setting sails without thinking too much about it.

Sailing alone is probably incomprehensible even for those who practise it but I would sincerely recommend it to everybody at least once in a lifetime. When I'm on land it's hard for me to believe in the exultation I feel just seeing the miles passing under the keel, just me, alone, nobody else, no rules, no dutys, no hurries.

Sometimes, I'm lucky of meeting people in the ports who invite me to dinner a incredible dish of home made sea food, with a first class wine (please, take a look to the pic to believe it).

And after that, back to the sea again, free, happy, glad to be able of crossing the wide waters moved by the friendly wind. Free of doing any nonsense, like singing loud improvised songs, or climbing the mast to have another viewpoint or chatting with the seagulls about fishing or try to keep the straight heading just looking at the wake the boat leaves behind or counting you foot fingers without using your hand ones...

Port, sea, port, sea, what a wonderful alternation of feelings. Is nice to be alone at sea, but it is to arrive to the port too, and enjoy the presence of other people. Is nice to walk barefoot along the narrow streets and the long beaches.

And back to the route, a litte further every day, a litte wiser every day, a little more a child, and a litte more an adult every day. How good is to be skipper! How good is to be a tramp!
4 comentarios:
autocomplaciente y comedido a la vez... un lujo este barbudo..
"La navegación en solitario es algo que seguramente no comprendemos ni los que la practicamos "..
esta frase me la enmarco...
Bravo!
Oye, German, que fotos mas chulas, me ha gustado mucho la entrada. Más por cierto, me hubiera gustado estar en tu lugar. :-b
Ahí, ahí, Hugo. Fijaté que yo también había reparado en la frasecita. ¿Tú crees que "éste" sabe lo que pone? jajaja
Ah, Hugo, dice mi hija que le encantan tus dibujos. Aquí las dos adictas a los buenos blogs. Un besito.
Que bonito navegar llevabas el sábado cuando nos cruzamos, se notaba que el barco no queria parar... y luego brindar por esa alternancia de sensaciones con un "DON PEDRO DE SOUTOMAIOR" bien fresquito... ¡que maavilla!
Este post patrón, es de los que te gustan de verdad eh? jeje!
Las fotos una pasada, pero la última, mundial: el toque Peret con el diferencial de los pantalones remangados (no se debería decir: re'pata'dos?) de coger quisquillas y (muy importante) mirada perdida al horizonte ensoñador es... eres tú!
No cambies.
P.D.: El detalle de enderezar la cámara contrarrestando el escorzo a babor del bote, se agradece.
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