Your dreams will follow you to your death 

11.2.2026 1115, Puerto Mogán, Gran Canaria  What a week. What a damn week. The first nights on an anchor in Mogán were rough as hell. Genuinely reminded me of those 30+ knots of wind and 3m waves on the way to Gran Canaria. All my porcelain and glass kept smashing in the cupboards. For my body, it sounded like the world was ending, even though my mind realized that it wasn’t. Human bodies are not used to considering boats, and that breaking glass sometimes does not equal life

3.2. 2026, 19:50 Puerto Mogán, anchor It’s Tuesday, and here's an update -  It was a lot from the last time - so shortly: I planned to go to Las Palmas, but I got sick, accidentaly stayed in the most depressive harbour on the Canaries I’ve ever been too, and then went back to Puerto Mogán for my lazybag, which is getting finished now adjustment by adjustment. Maňana. Canarian style. If you know, you know. Whilst I was in Mogán, I started advertising myself for work. For thos

1.1.2026, 0000, Gran Canaria Sitting in my saloon accompanied by Rafael and a bottle of non-alcoholic champagne. Yes, I will call it champagne, so I can keep at least some of the feeling I remember. Seeing the fireworks made me feel incredibly grateful for the last year. It was a lot of pain, some joy, and an incredible amount of progress. I wonder when I will stop wanting to progress. Hopefully never, but maybe I will. When I'll consider that it is enough. And not that now i