Location: Fernando de Noronha, Brazil

Much to everyone’s delight, we had a luxurious sleep in until 8 am this morning! Not because there wasn’t a lot to do today, but because Ben had saved up our time zone change just for this purpose. Though none of us had to get up for a 4-hour watch in the middle of the night, the rolliness of the anchorage made it feel distinct like we were still underway. As the rain-filled squalls of yesterday continued, Robert served breakfast down below in the salon.

By the time this morning’s class on marine mammals was over, the sun had come out in full force. With renewed energy and the hope of getting to shore faster, everyone threw themselves into a blitz Boat Appreciation. Patric dove headfirst into the chest freezer, chiseling, scraping, and sponging until it sparkled. Grace, Daniel, and Amy soon followed by Julian emptied and cleaned absolutely every compartment in the galley. Robbie, Harrison, Ian, and Riley scrubbed floors like there was no tomorrow. Nick, Eileen, Ellie, and Lauren helped Ben and Dan re-anchor us with a stern anchor so we would face into the swell. Danielle went from furiously tidying her bunk to excitedly preparing for a Skype job interview. Cubbies were organized. Heads began to sparkle.

All the while, our chefs prepared a hot lunch of chicken parm. Unfortunately, another squall blew in just as we sat down for lunch. I was a bit late to come up and found myself eating breaded chicken soup and soggy broccoli. Soon only those already in their swimsuits or from the Pacific Northwest were left on deck as the others cowered below. Eventually, we coaxed them back on deck for clean up and were finally able to dingy to land. Everyone split up into small groups. Some talked a local into letting them ride his horse. Others found an outdoor gym. Ice creams were eaten. Sleeves of Oreos were bought.

While all this was happening, the BA, our rainy lunch and free time, Colin, Fiona, and Ginny valiantly helped Lindsay with provisioning enough food to feed 32 people for the next two weeks. An already daunting task at the best of times became even more adventurous as they worked to decipher the Portuguese words for dry yeast, breakfast sausages and contains gluten. All missions accomplished them came back with stories of mangoes and showing us the toddler-sized squash they had used to replace all other vegetables requested in menus. The day ended with everyone’s favorite part of being on anchor, jump in showers. After two days of coaching from others, Harrison finally nailed a backflip off the bowsprit.

Off to teach Seamanship.
Till next time,

P.S Maman, Helene, Daddy and Alice, vous me manquez enormement et j’ai hate de vous voir tres bientot pour vous racconter tous mes histoires. Gros bisou de ton Calou