Our paperwork is all in order, our boat has a new name, and we’ve got a launch time scheduled for tomorrow! It was a little sad to scrape the last of the “Kiri Maia” stickers off the boat, as the old owners are the BEST people and we didn’t want to remove them completely—but …
A fresh coat of anti-fouling went on yesterday! Today’s job, we will attempt to apply our new boat stickers with as little cussing as possible. Check out the before and after. BEFORE AFTER
We arrived in Greece like most Americans; loudly and with too much stuff. We had a lot of help with the loudness and the stuff, thanks to our new friend Tina and her entourage. These American friends have come to Greece to celebrate her birthday and just so happened to be taking the same …
Goodnight moon. Goodnight masts. Goodnight Greece, we’ve had a blast. Sleep well little boat, we’ll be back soon. Our first official sailing season is coming next spring!
Here’s a little sailing 101 for ya…scroll through the pictorlal lesson below. This is Med Mooring. You may think the first photo looks like a glamorous vacation shot, I assure you it is not. Out here in the Med, there will come a time when you need to “park” your boat along “the …
We’ve had this silly hat in our bin full of sailing gear for as long as we can remember. We were given one as a joke when we first started telling people we were planning to move on to a sailboat. You know your dreams are big when they inspire your friends to buy you …
Here’s a little interior boat tour. We’ve got a “Get Me to the Greek” guest room going on over on the starboard side. Thanks to the local bedding shop lady who doesn’t speak a lick of English but made it pretty clear with some very enthusiastic gestures that we should buy some Greek blue and …
It’s sticker removal day. Feel free to fly over and join us. You’ll need: One scraper, a spray bottle of cleaner, a few rags, five or six cuss words, and a plastic bag to help collect all the scraped off bits to burn as a sacrificial offering to the sea gods. The old name …
Welcome to the neighborhood. You can easily tell who’s home by seeing who’s got their ladder up. Much easier than the old school way of having to knock.
On days I go into town, I pass by this little tiny church nestled in the bend of a small street. You’d hardly notice it’s there as you hurry past, unless you take time to look up. If you’re solely focused on the bustle of your day, you won’t notice the bells that rise above …
