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I officially hold the highest distinction of being the lowest paid travel writer in the world.  Its my writing that supports everything we do and while there is very little income, there is also very little going out.  Thats all about to change.

Falmouth Cutter 22

As soon as Sookie is presentable we will be heading to a sailing mega metropolis to become summer live-aboards and day sailors.  I’ve been having way too much fun being a dock dweller and enjoying the heat, electricity, abundant water and slow as you go lifestyle BS-ing with the locals.

Falmouth Cutter 22

We have a lot to figure out in the coming days, weeks and months but life in the slow lane is treating us pretty well.  Every day I am running into old friends and making new ones.  A small network has been opened to me on a tiny Island that around here we call the big city.  Its time to work for just a bit and earn some life lines and reef lines.  Like every other day in my life we wake up when we feel like it make a slow hot cup of coffee and poke our noses out to see if we can find any distractions from the real world and all the things we should be doing if we weren’t having so much fun doing nothing.

“And so taking the long way home through the market I slow my pace down. It doesn’t come naturally. My legs are programmed to trot briskly and my arms to pump up and down like pistons, but I force myself to stroll past the stalls and pavement cafes. To enjoy just being somewhere, rather than rushing from somewhere, to somewhere. Inhaling deep lungfuls of air, instead of my usual shallow breaths. I take a moment to just stop and look around me. And smile to myself.
For the first time in a long time, I can, quite literally, smell the coffee.”
― Alexandra Potter

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