What to tell you? at least once a day with my hands in the perkins, fixing, pleading, learning as fast as I can, we just finished potato ginger soup by Juha, there are birds I don’t know the name of swooping along the waves way out here in the middle of nowhere, it is incrediblly beautiful and we are on the move. Days start for Esa and i at 0800. I do the log, check the volt meter, pomp out the bilge. We adjust the sails the vane, strip and take a turn under the salt water bucket, dry off naken in the sun eat some cereal and either get on with the things to fix and verify or just drift off day dreaming. I haven’t gotten any of what i had planned to do done - no reading, yoga... we are all bent on getting the max out of the wind, using the squalls, pushing up into the north east. We haven’t done any reaching, running or what ever else - just beating. Looking for the most favorable angles and Naomi is made for this. We can balance her sails and she’ll bound through the waves in a stright line. We have the wind vane hooked up for security, and we haven’t touched the autopilot yet. We tried fishing with a pink dayglow lure from Trinidad without success. (tears come to my eyes listening to some Bob missing Fister and the Poops). We are looking for a low to break through the Bermuda Azores high, but it is too early to tell where and when. We are keeping up with our 150 miles/day average following the weather. Tomorrow we are having a party on board for Esa’s daughter Léda’s birthday, complete with ballons and crepes. It is still hot. Nights are wild with stars and a moon one could read by. Usually we take turns sleeping during our 0000 to 0400 watch, but the cockpit is just a bit too small in all directions. big kiss to you all.
