Something magical happened after we slipped our lines and motored out of the Kos harbor...
(No, not THIS something magical)
Nothing.
No phones rang. There was nowhere to go but where the boat was headed. It was just four people, a 50ft sailboat, the sea and the horizon.
Time and nautical miles slipped by and and eventually, between the moments spent nursing my dislocated thumb (yup, I dislocated it five minutes into the sailing trip... story here) and the moments spent wondering what on earth had possibly taken me SO long to get back onto a boat, the world opened up around me and land slipped further and further away. Soon enough, there was nothing around us at all but wind and the Mediterranean-blue sea and it.was.amazing.
After a couple of hours we made our first stop, anchoring off the coast of the first tiny island we came to! I have no clue which island it was. And honestly, it didn't matter. Jumping off the aft end into the sparkling, clear water for the first time was sheer bliss. I mean, hello, dream come true: being able to dive into the Med from the back of your own (for the week) boat and swim over to a deserted cove to catch some sun on an empty beach. Idyllic.
(No, not THIS something magical)
Nothing.
No phones rang. There was nowhere to go but where the boat was headed. It was just four people, a 50ft sailboat, the sea and the horizon.
Time and nautical miles slipped by and and eventually, between the moments spent nursing my dislocated thumb (yup, I dislocated it five minutes into the sailing trip... story here) and the moments spent wondering what on earth had possibly taken me SO long to get back onto a boat, the world opened up around me and land slipped further and further away. Soon enough, there was nothing around us at all but wind and the Mediterranean-blue sea and it.was.amazing.
After a couple of hours we made our first stop, anchoring off the coast of the first tiny island we came to! I have no clue which island it was. And honestly, it didn't matter. Jumping off the aft end into the sparkling, clear water for the first time was sheer bliss. I mean, hello, dream come true: being able to dive into the Med from the back of your own (for the week) boat and swim over to a deserted cove to catch some sun on an empty beach. Idyllic.
In we go!
We'd been there maybe thirty minutes when this guy showed up. I guess there was plenty of room to share our little piece of heaven...
Later on, boat #3 joined in the party, too. This was to be the pattern of the entire week. These same two boats, and a couple of others formed a makeshift flotilla, island hopping to most of the same places we did. By the end of the week we were sharing meals in the harbors. Good times.
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