|Puerto Patillas asleep|
Poor Jezabelle once again expressed her displeasure at moving from protected waters and out onto the cruel sea by being sick. Thankfully after her initial upset, she settled in her misery for the few hours it took for us to once again find peace.
We looked at the forecast promising light winds for the next couple of days then filling in more briskly from the East, with corresponding wave heights to match. We re-decided to just head for one of our favorite anchorages on the western coast of Vieques instead. It would make for a much shorter day and we would be once again in a deserted island oasis... just like we like it.
We enjoyed an afternoon and evening just doing nothing but watching the sun go down...
Of course there was no time to get a photo of that... I sat there holding the sharp intake of breath while I waited for second leap that never came. That little moment was only for me.
|The moon and Venus took charge of the darkening sky... Time to make dinner|
We told stories into the night as this may be the last time we will see them for a long while... They are just starting out in sailing and they dream of sailing away some day. We made tentative plans for the following day but in typical Libra style... we woke up in the morning and decided to take off for Culebra! We waved goodbye to our friends as we slowly motored away...