Six days at sea. In six days I can’t possibly describe the range of emotions I have felt so far: anger, joy, sickness, exhaustion, exhilaration, wonder, awe, contentment, peace. When we were backing out of our slip in La Cruz, we four stood in the cockpit waving goodbye to friends. Cora shook her head and furled her eyebrows, sighing, “I’m going to miss Sacha.” “I’m sure he’ll miss you too, buddy. You’ll see him again.” “I’m going to miss Sacha so much. And Diego. And Michelle (Michelle Williams, if you are reading this!) I hope I see Appa out there when we are crossing the ocean too. I like them. They are my best friends.”
The kid just melts me. Today at lunch, she bit into a pickle and did the same thing, a deep, resonant sigh, and then, “I miss Sacha. And I miss Colin, too. He is my friend.” And then she perked up and grabbed her tuna melt. “But I like this trip mommy, I like it a lot.”
“Well, that’s good, because we have a long way to go still.”
Lyra is absolutely the most challenging part of the trip. And Lyra, if you are reading this someday, know that we don’t mean you were a “bad baby,” or anything of the sort. You’re a wonderfully active, happy, ingenuitive (<--is that an actual word?) child. You are vocal, and curious, and BUSY, just as you should be. WE are the nutballs who decided to set to sea with you. Trust me, we have no one else to blame for bringing a 13 month old to sea than ourselves. I keep telling myself that Bora Bora will be worth it, worth what I’m now calling ‘extreme parenting.’
Getting email messages from friends and family who have our boat email is a daily treat. Please, if you have that email, write to say hello anytime!
I wish I could go for a long walk. Why haven’t they invented shoes that would let you walk on water? Like snowshoes, but for the ocean? Could someone get on that? It has got to be doable. I’d even settle for a giant hamster ball at the moment. Bobbing around while I ran my pants off would be amazing. Oh, work out endorphins, I miss you.
This random blog post has been brought to you by a 34 year old woman floating across the ocean with her husband and two adorable kids, somewhere near 16 degrees 49.942N and 100 degrees 46.768W.
PS – Sturgeron FTW, periods FTL