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15.10. 1845 - Valle Gran Rey, La Gomera It was a very smooth trip. Well, there was no wind, so we did about 6 hours motoring. Yes, she's fast. Engine or sails, she's like a dart through the air. Love her so much. Right after leaving Las Galletas, we encountered a line of pilot whales. I guess there were around 15, and they were swimming like cavalry right in front of my bow. That was a very emotional moment for me as I've felt my home again. Anyway, we're anchored! What I rea

14.10. Marina del Sur, Las Galletas Tomorrow is the day of leaving. I am in no rush to leave in the early morning since lately the wind has been close to zero, so we're probably going to motor the whole route anyway. I am looking forward to changing the environment a little bit. Got a tip from my friend for a bay Valle Gran Rey in La Gomera. I've never been to La Gomera. Well, once for a CAT engine servicing, which was nice in itself, but I haven't seen the island. Different

Collection of days 6. - 13.10.2025 Marina del Sur, Las Galletas There was a window of confusion for me where my unintegrated parts decided to play ball with each other and caused a little bit of chaos. I've managed to prolong my stay in the marina for a few days (making it one at a time), because every time I get a set date for departure, something expectedly or unexpectedly tries to hijack that intent. Often very successfully so. So the days became blurred to each other, and

5.10. 2025 1345 - Marina del Sur, Las Galletas It's interesting how sometimes the need to slow down can bear such profound gifts. As a pathological grinder myself, it was difficult for me to accept the need for rest. Where's the need? What rest? I don't have time for that; we're building Rome. But with exhaustion, the quality of work and life starts to fade. Rest is very important, and if feeling unproductive is holding you back from resting, you should know it can hold you b

4.10.2025, 1040 - Marina del Sur, Las Galletas I changed berths yesterday. It was actually good. My first berth was very close to the walkway, so everybody saw me from the top. Those who knew me and my boat immediately discovered the facts about my whereabouts. Not a great thing for me in moments of desiring solitude, but it was doable. But yesterday evening, I got the info that I needed to change places because my original berth was too big, and I was potentially taking up

3.10.2025 1846 - Marina del Sur, Las Galletas It starts with a grappling hook being launched at our presence. Talking about a metaphorical one. Though I have an anchor of this style for my dinghy (or things I desire not to see). The grappling hook of the Past appears usually right after you start to move away from her. It's a push and pull relationship, but if you'll pass the test and throw the grapple back, she'll let you go. It's basically reassurance. She's firmly asking

2.10. 2025 1963 - Las Galletas, Marina del Sur One needs to be prepared for interference with their path, especially when it gets hard. Then the tests come. Because your being is shifting to another focus, becoming another person, and then the field you're leaving is losing its precious charge. They don't want to give that away. The same thing is going to happen next time. Next time you'll be on trial whilst leaving your old self behind - trials are awaiting to test you, be

1.10.2025 0919 - Marina del Sur, Las Galletas It feels like waking up from a fever dream with a fever still organizing an afterparty in my consciousness. I am slowly opening my eyes to what was actually happening. New life and starting it after year and a half delay. I've learned a lot. I have also learned that when a lesson strays you from the origin, it will always come full circle back, just with more clarity that you needed to not follow the undefined traces next time. Ne