Another Sunday morning…waking up at the Sailing Club, and all is peacefully quiet in this lakeside world we only-just discovered a little more than a month ago. It is here, in this place, where I feel most alive; having felt a bit numb for the past year we’ve spent within the confines of the dungeon we are soon to vacate. Not soon enough–I might add. I am so happy to be waking up here…and not there.
This little ‘escape in the city’ is a pure joy to us. Nico loves tinkering with Peniki II (our newly aquired San Juan 24 sailboat), and I love making coffee the ‘more primitive’ way with my campstove; enjoying the view from atop the peninsula as I stir…then sip. “Aaaaah! This place is a pure gem.” I feel a rush of blessings as I turn toward Peniki (our trusty old VW Camper Van) to see that…
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