If you notice on our blog, huge expanses of time go by where we aren't writing anything. Days, weeks, sometimes even a month will go by and not a word will be written. There is a reason for this. A really sound, solid, and bullet proof reason: sailing and living in other countries is frequently a pain in the ass.
In the net, it's worth doing. Similar to having children there are some heavy prices to pay, but what you get out of it, ever just barely sometimes, is worth the cost. But let's talk about one of the days I normally don't write about.
0700: Alarm goes off. One hour to get everyone up, fed, and zooming off in the dinghy towards shore.
0800: Dinghy loaded, we zip off into low 60's (f) weather with a 15 knot headwind, driving spray at us as we bounce through the chop.
0802: Oops, forgot something halfway to shore, turn the dinghy around, do it again.
0830: Waiting on the corner for the city bus to take us down the road. Dropped off the laundry, forgot something, on the dinghy, tossed the trash.
0845: Exit bus, walk six blocks to school with Cora.
0900: Walk back with Charlotte, realize I'm walking the wrong way, turn around. Walk ~3 miles to the library.
0945: Arrive in library, wifi is busted. It's 0845 in San Diego where my coworkers are so the day is really starting.
1100: I've spent two hours on the phone at this point, dealing with one of the most difficult professional challenges I've come across in years. Walking around a breezeway in front of the library.
1145: The wifi connection is working again, emails can flow and I can get on the VPN at my company.
1200: Close down for the morning, walk to the ~3 miles back to Charlotte.
1245: Arrive at the coffee shop where Charlotte spent her day.
1300: Walk the six blocks back to Cora's school.
1315: Get Cora.
1400: Walk another ~3 miles with Charlotte (Lyra strapped on) and Cora. The temperature in the shade since 1000 was about 93 (f) degrees.
1445: Hair cut done, Cora looks like a boy now because Mexicans don't cut little girl's hair and have no idea how to do it. Walk back to the library area where I worked.
1500: Hang out at the playground for a bit, avoiding the slides that are hot enough to issue second degree burns. I knock out 3 sets of pullups and dips. It's still in the 90's, in the shade. I'm not in the shade.
1600: Arrive at the dentist to find out that our appointment had been cancelled. They had tried to call our cell phones not really, since when they tried calling with Charlotte standing in front of them holding her phone it rang fine.
1605: Took a cab back to the marina, boarded dinghy, pounded through 10 knots on the beam.
1620: We're out of water onboard, so I grab our three water cans and head back to the dock to water up.
1640: I grabbed the laundry, and bought some drinks for the evening. Slamming back into now 15 knots on the beam I get completely drenched in sea water.
1700: I take a cockpit shower in the blowing wind. I hadn't bathed in two days and smelled like an old shoe that had been wedged up a bum's ass, lubcricated with extrement.
1730: I'm now clean and dry. I hang up my seawater soaked jeans and my wallet falls out into the ocean, floating away. I jump in after it, clad in my boxer briefs.
1800: I take my shower all over again, dry off again, put on new boxer briefs, and go back to hang up clothes and organizing the cockpit for the windy night ahead but that has already started.
1830: I climb into Cora's berth, read her a book, and tell her a story. Over the next hour as the onslaught eases, I end up with her falling asleep with my arm over her as she tells me a story about a dragon and and how you need to be brave around them.
Needless to say, Charlotte and I went to bed early. In no small part because we had to wake back up at 0700 this morning and start all over again.