From the desk

Nobody's narrative is universal for everyone. Today I uncovered a full new layer of this fact.  I like, when this happens.   We were born different people, with different skills and talents. Different personalities, with different cognitive functions, different sets of internal values... etc. I sometimes think tremendously selfishly regarding others. Thinking that I had found the cure for everything, when I found it just for myself and myself only. Not everybody needs the sam

10.3. 20:35 Puerto Mogán, Gran Canaria It's more than a month ago. The crash. A MONTH and I am still in the process. It is challenging on my mind. I do not like to stay in places for too long. But maybe it's helpful. For sure it is helpful. I get more time to realize and anchor in who I am. Also to realize HOW MUCH I MISS SAILING. Seriously. My heart screams. But in the end I have a good opportunity to prepare her better, when she's on the dry-dock. Ahh my lord. I have a room

26.2.2026 20:55 - Puerto de Mogán, Gran Canaria The trade winds from the north-east came in the middle of the night. Singing through the masts reminded me of colder weather. I miss it. And I miss sailing. I miss the nights of solitude with the sound of the wind reflecting off the rocks. I miss the crystals of salt cutting my cheeks as I sail under 20 degree angle. I miss even that. I miss opening the sails and being dragged by the invisible force into the future of my freedom

19.2. 0209 Puerto Mogán, Gran Canaria Just came from playing with Rafa on the beach. We played in the sand and unfortunately picked a bad spot, because now I smell like human piss. I can identify a male who had approximately five lagers during the time of discharge. This week I’ve been through a lot of feelings. Waiting for the insurance, as my wallet went on a diet. I am docked bow to the wall, and it’s disgusting. I can’t go freely onto and from the boat, because my pulpit

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

16.10. - 25.12.2025, Anfi del Mar There’s a lot that happened.  From Valle Gran Rey, I went back to Tenerife, to the north, for a doctor's appointment to discover that I, indeed, don’t have cancer. Which was great info, given what would happen after.  From Radazul, I planned to anchor for one day on Playa Antequera at the very tip of Tenerife and then cross to Las Palmas de Gran Canaria on these supposed westerlies. Those completely disappeared, and since my family was visiti

My whole body gave up few days ago. I needed rest. I am used to stretching myself a lot before I find the limit. Or it finds me. But with every new experience I earn more knowledge, more praxis. It’s like little version of the big life mirroring itself in it’s function.  My head gets foggy as I approach my monthly scarlet yard sale. I can only recollect what happened in the last weeks. It was a lot and I feel like the whole world is falling down and I with it. But that’s the