Four things count, nothing else matters. The sea, wind, and Heaven Too. Only four things in your mind fit, the rest stays ashore.
For anyone who has never traveled sailing, worth trying at least once in the life. It's like opera: or hate it or love it. And if the second happens, You are lost. On board life stops, And he teaches you. Traveling by boat, people are not known or exotic customs are learned. It is another type of experience: A you to you with nature.
Traveling navigating is like opera: or hate it or love it
This journey began in Denia An any day of spring. A ship of twelve meters and a few friends waited in the port, willing to reach Ibiza crossing the channel. Sail. If there is wind, you advance. If there is no, You expect patiently, waves, to blow. Like bus in Africa: If they are full, hall; if not, You have to wait. How much? What a question. Until they are filled. First lesson.
The noon, We headed to destination with enough wind to start and the candles deployed to the top. The first thing that scares navigating is space, very small compared to an endless sea around. You are truly a drop of water in the ocean, A nutshell floating in a puddle. You have control of your ship, But not the waves, wind, of rain. You cannot pretend that the sea adapts to you, You must be you who accommodates the force of the wind, to the rhythm of the waves, who protects the rain. Second master class of life.
You cannot pretend that the sea adapts to you, You must be you who accommodates the force of the wind, to the rhythm of the waves
The route was from Denia to San Antonio surrounding formentera and Ibiza. 120 miles, 220 Kilometers for unwanted. Arrival time? Another unanswered question. On board you live based on nature and travel at your pace. The ship is a particular class of humility, Delivery and Self -Thus.
The first miles passed calmly, Without great waves or much wind. The bodies and minds were gradually relaxing. I often come in sleep, It is something that happens constantly. As if the body decided that this is not its natural state, continuously fighting gravity, And I will prescribe sleep. He sleeps at all hours, provided you don't have to be in command or maneuvering. It is a deep but strange dream, With everything moving around you. If the sea is calm, acuna. If it's brave, disturb.
It is a deep but strange dream. If the sea is calm, acuna. If it's brave, disturb
Thus came one of the highlights of the journey, dusk. From Denia to Ibiza, from west to east, The Sun is put by the stern and comes out of the bow, Always on the horizon. There are no buildings, trees or mountains that cover it. Is even more beautiful, by exceptional, The moon exit, right in the bow. Everything happens almost at the same time, one leaves and the other appears, two stars condemned to never see each other. It's a full moon, giant and yellow that is dwarfing and losing its color as the minutes pass. Then the stars appear. It is impossible to see more. The best telescope would be in the middle of the ocean, where the Milky Way is whiter than ever.
The night was installed and with it a feeling of even more vulnerability, And more beauty. You have to take turns, Some sleep and others patronean. It's the quieter moment, especially that spring day, When the wind fell to an imperceptible breeze in the middle of the night. No land was seen, Only the occasional white light, Green or red of other ships. At the bottom, Several lights together, A freighter.
Then the stars appear. It is impossible to see more. The best telescope would be in the middle of the ocean
On the route through the Ibiza Canal there is a highway, But it is not made as a asphalt or pointed out with paint. It is a path only visible in letters. Merchants circulate, Iron giants from which you have to stay away. They tell stories of night clashes that put the hair on end. You always have to be alert, Even on calm nights like that, Always on guard because they go much faster than us.
Little by little, Milla in Milla, We were moving forward winning time at dawn, In a silence broken by the ship's crevils, that has a thousand different sounds, and the rumor of the sea. I had to sleep for a while to see the dawn, that comes cold and by the bow, With the coast of Ibiza in the background.
It is a silence broken by the ship's crevils, that has a thousand different sounds, and the rumor of the sea
We surround Bump and their 7.000 inhabitants, leaving the lighthouse of the mola to port. The perfect retirement. After the youngest of the Pitiusas, in the Freus, The small channel that is formed with Ibiza, It finally entered wind but fell again with a new dusk. It seemed that we were never going to arrive.
But, The unpredictable Mediterranean reserved one of his surprises and at one in the morning something changed. The lights of the other ships were no longer still, They moved quickly. Wind. Much. And caught us off guard, asleep and tired. There comes the lesson of self -survey.
Wind. Much. And caught us off guard, asleep and tired
You have to try to tame the waves and take advantage of the wind, Remove energy from a body tired and mistreated by the lack of balance. There is no time to contemplate stars or night talks, Adrenaline takes over the situation. Thus we spent the last moments of the trip before arriving, With dawn, a San Antonio, and we learned the last lesson. After 40 Embedded hours, Malcoming and damn, Nature tests you and strength leaves somewhere inside. You can always.
