Freedom
What an absurdly luxurious thing it is, to live on a boat. When the winds finally decided to cool down outside of the bay of Girolato and we decided to leave Corsica, we asked each other 'So, where are we heading next?' 'France, but where?' 'Let's wait with St Tropez for a while and let's start a bit more up North and take it on the way home?' 'I know there is a really good anchorage in Cap Ferrat, Nice - should we go for that one? 'Why not!' So we left the bay, pointed the gps towards Nice, trimmed the sails and kicked back to enjoy one more beautiful, sunny day on sea. With a book in hand, a peaceful lunch, watching the dolphins jump around the boat and later on we had an early dinner in front of the waning sun's final meltdown in the Mediterranean sea. 19 hours and a quick sleep later we got closer to the French coast where the Riviera was laid in front of us like miniature cities in the horizon, leaving us with the last chance to choose our landfall destination.
And here we are now, having a very French lunch in the marina of Cap Ferrat and thanking each other, for the day we decided to move aboard and gave ourselves the wonderful opportunity to have the whole world as our beautiful home and garden..
