Cristofer joined us in Las Palmas nearly
three weeks before the departure. It seemed that his first objective
in Las Palmas was to befriend every person he encountered and
early on he was busy encountering as many as he could. Soon he
was off to Danilo's house for a barbecue or off to the Brazilian
restaurant for a group feast or getting his hair cut off by Danilo's
girl friend. He kept so busy and slept so little that he was wearing
himself out before we were near departure time. Finally he slowed
down and settled into a manageable (for a 27 year old) routine.
Part of the reason Cristofer didn't sleep
much is that he refused to sleep in his cabin for fear of keeping
his cabin mate (David) awake with his snoring. By and by Cris
gave up sleeping on deck and finally tried sleeping in his cabin.
David didn't even know Cris was there. In fact, David snored so
loud that it kept Cris awake and two nights didn't pass before
Cris was back on deck or in the main saloon trying to get some zzzzs.
Cris handled our first days at sea admirably.
He had arranged to have flowers and a proposal of marriage delivered
to his girlfriend, Susan, on her birthday December 7. We still
had 6 days to go. Plugging along at 5-6 knots in the middle of
the ocean while not knowing Susan's response was more than Cris
could bear. We were all happy to see St. Lucia but none of us
was as happy as Cristofer, particularly once he got to the internet
cafe in Rodney Bay and got Susan's response via email. He was estactic.
Cris couldn't get home fast enough and three
days after we arrived he was gone.
Not many fathers get to spend 22 days at
sea with their sons. I did and I consider myself fortunate for
the opportunity. There is one change I'd make if I were to do
it again ... it would be just Cris and me ... that would be a