We made it to Antigua and Barbuda.

Short sail from Jolly Harbor to Deep Bay. Asia got to be the captain for a day, and did not pull the Titanic off. After a long (45 min that felt like 8 hours) passage we managed no to add a second wreck to the bay. We snorkeled to see the very creepy, yet beautiful The Andes Shipwreck. She used to be a barque which had been built in England in 1874. Unfortunately on June 7th 1914, a combination of poor organization and planing of the packing crew, she caught on fire. The Andes had been en route to Chile, while carrying pitch for the construction of roads. The pitch had been poorly stowed, thus creating friction, which lead to a fire. Her bow dipped first and she quietly dropped to the ocean floor. The top of one of her masts is still sticking out of the water constantly reminding us that our floating homes are fragile and can easily succumb to forces of nature (as well as our own lack of logical thinking).

It was great seeing Przemek with his home made szarlotka and guests (Kat and Pete from Hungary/UK, kite surfers currently debating putting their life on hold and starting a Nomad lifestyle). We also met a very funny French (1/4 American) couple Pam and JC (yup, same initials and even same first name as our favorite Frenchman from Bethesda) from SV Lydia 1. They have a super cute 5 yo boy, Lancelot. They’re as entertaining as our land-Jean, so we’re thinking that maybe we found a replacement 😂. JK. Boys clicked with Lancelot, got to play together and even constructed and exploding volcano on the beach. No tsunami was caused by the explosion, so we can add yet another successful homeschooling day without casualties into our books.

Our last day in Deep Bay ended with a wine (definitely not wine’s fault, I’d say too much cheese, olives and foie grass) induced headaches.

After spending a few days in Deep Bay, provisioning, making new friends and bumping into old ones we finally moved our home to a wind foil friendly anchorage. It’s so beautiful here. Even Oprah Winfrey got herself a piece of this paradise right next door to us. She got a beautiful mansion right on the tip of the Long Island that encloses the anchorage from north-west. The anchorage is protected by the reef, so we’re getting very little swell, but unfortunately the wind is non-existent today. Foilboarding and waterskiing behind the dinghy it is.

After patiently waiting for (what seemed like forever) the wind to come and over a glass of delicious JP Chenet Cab-Syrah (or many glasses), accompanied by the last can of Cougar Gold and some foie grass, together with SV Lydia, we collectively decided it was time to move. Was it then, or maybe the evening when a lazy warden kicked us out of the park…? Hard to tell. Anyway, the decision was made, we’re heading to Green Island. That morning we woke up to 23 kn of wind and the most amazing foiling conditions we’ve had since St. Francois a year ago, but decisions have been made and the captain doesn’t like to change his mind, so off we go. After 2 h of banging agains the waves, rather poorly directed wind, and lots of motoring we arrived at what could easily be called the Bahamas of Lesser Antilles. Over the next few days we wing foiled (small progress has been made with every attempt), snorkeled, made conch ceviche, visited (most likely) the best Italian restaurant in the Carribean, where we tried tuna tartar, celeriac parmigiana, smoked salmon, stuffed zucchini, carpaccio, vitello tonnato and a wonderful duck salad. All that accompanied by a Rose of JC’s choice and followed by beautifully looking and wonderfully tasting deserts. The best part? Kids, table was set on the beach. They had a blast, ordering their favorite foods and drinks and chasing hermit crabs, while we had some well deserved adult time.

We finished the day snorkeling with underwater scooters, (which boys absolutely fell in love with) and JC trying his skills on the foil. \240To our surprise Ian picked up the “big” wing to take it back to the boat and loved it.

Welcome back Jolly Harbor.

Despite wind conditions not worsening at Green Island and our friends staying they’re to enjoy the wind, the captain decided to move us again. Yeah, I get, it’s time to permanently fix the steering wheel in our dinghy, and a welder has been apppoonted to do so, but it seems like we keep moving, all the time.

Today boys volunteered at animal shelter. They got to hang out with Max and Rex, two adorable doggies. Stuffed with Zyrtec, fueled

On our second day of car rental we drove to English Harbor to met up with Pam and JC from SV Lydia at Nelson’s Dockyard. We hiked the Fort Berkeley, enjoyed our lunch at Copper and Lumber and visited the Dockyar Museum. Boys had a great time kicking a ball, picking mangos and eating ice cream. Pam and JC planned to leave for Monserrat the following day, but after extensive discussions over wine we all decided that it would be better if we joined them in the Freeman’s Bay the following day instead. The plan was set!

After the excitement of watching whales bass by English Harbor and even swimming with them for a little bit, we took our chances at making RUM. Together with Pam and JC from SV Lydia, we braved through sargassum and attended a rum making class offered by AJ from Academy of Rum. After tasting different flavors of rum (some of them more than once), we went on to destilation (second) of our own liquor. Using familiar lab equipment, and (less familiar) pot stills, we started by extracting alcohol from fermented cane sugar juice (second destination). In that process we obtained about 300 mL of 82-85% alcohol. We mixed it with our own mixture of rum flavors. After addition of some aged rum (for smoothness) and simple sugar (even more smoothness) we were ready to bottle our artisan rum and stick our own label.

Another accomplishment is in the books for us. We opted for a dinner at Loose Cannon, where boys befriended the chef and were offered a handcrafted, off the menu desert that the chef happened to just come up with. What a treat.

What a day!

„Nadeszla wiekopomna chwila” as one poet had said, and a load of the most delicious French yogurt arrived at Tenacity. Our friends from SV Mimzy bought 5 tubs of the thick and creamy deliciousness, then safely, stored, resisted for days and delivered to our door (more like sugar scoop). The world is a happy place again. Thank you Kim and Jason (mostly for resisting the temptation).

Barbuda here we come

Endless turcoise and endless white beach. We are in paradise.