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In Search of the Promised Land Pt. III

In Search of the Promised Land Pt. III

When I awoke and emerged from my little cabin which was something of a tomb, I was momentarily blinded by the brightness of daylight.  That first dark and dreamy night had given way to dawn.  Jiorgos was asleep and snoring away on the settee.  I popped my head out of the hatch to find Kerstin sitting in front of the dodger reading a book and enjoying considerably warmer weather.  The wind had eased and we were motor sailing.  I said good morning and left her in her peace, making my way to the galley to fix some coffee.

In Search of the Promised Land Pt. II

In Search of the Promised Land Pt. II

Off we went.  The channel was a blur of lines and fenders.  America’s Cup Harbor was a quick reflection.  Before we knew that we were gone, the safe water mark was well astern and bobbing in the swell.  The conditions were rather windless and we proceeded on a course south of the border under power.  It wasn’t long before we acquired an escort.  A large U.S. military helicopter followed us most of the way to Tijuana.  As we approached the border, off they went, leaving us alone to dream of the far off ports beyond the horizon.

In Search of the Promised Land

In Search of the Promised Land

Some of you have no idea who we are.  Others, have come to know of these adventures along the way.  Some have been a part of them, simply by the magic of life’s coincidences, and facilitated the very continuation of our story by helping us through the very worst of circumstances.  Often at these moments when we feel that all is lost, some kind Samaritan is entwined in our destiny who comes to us ever so briefly, leaving our perspective changed forever...