We anchored at Solomons island last night (picture by Dickie, and yes, we left Annapolis). When you anchor, you choose a spot and throw your anchor: water does not belong to people. I’m appreciating more and more the sense of freedom water provides. Also, bodies of water do not encourage convergence of people like roads do, and our creek was oh so pretty and peaceful. Very peaceful in fact: by leaving the dock we lost our AC electric connection to the world, and kept our electronic usage to a minimum. I made Shrimp fra Diavolo while Dickie changed the oil filter, and we went to sleep at 8:00. We got up with the sun and are now on our way to Reedville, our next anchorage.
Dickie connected us to a SPOT Messenger. You can click on the link below and follow Peregrine’s journey by the hour. Wow! http://share.findmespot.com/shared/faces/viewspots.jsp?glId=06RQp4be1Kns4nIG3kCcxGXxgA5qXqhv0
sv PEREGRINE 
Nice to follow you up on your blog. I am right now in kathmandu in the garden having (a late) breakfast and you are certainly sleeping on your boat on the other side of the world. Such proximity at such a distance is amazing!
May, I like the way you write. Very nice to follow you up that way. Love. Marina
I love thinking of you having breakfast in your garden on the other side of the world. Such a normal thing to do! I love “the familiar.” I’m wondering what your breakfast consists of. I remember the bowls of black coffee, tartines and rolled cigs at the Grande Armée. Oh, and “our” café, so much our favorite that we did not need to give it a name. Now speak of familiar. Sitting at the same spots at the same table, ordering a (jambon cornichons?) sandwich and un express (I can see and hear our waiter, “uuuun expressss”), and there you are, fiddling with the small jukebox, dressed all in brown today. Did we actually play some tunes, and if so, which ones? It had to be “It’s not time, to make a change…” or “catfood, catfood again” (it sounded like that and now it sounds crazy–did they really possibly actually say that?) or, oh yeah, “livin’ lovin'”, and you knew I was going to write that. And that: Salut, mec, alors comment bleep bleep et puis bien sûr les “May, Maaay” à la fenêtre. Si Floflo me lit, elle saurait elle aussi ce dont il s’agit. Oh, sais-tu qu’elle se marie aujourd’hui!!!!!!!!! Et les parties de crapette. Magique de visiter ces moments qui m’apparaissent si clairement que j’ai l’impression d’y être. Toi aussi? Et puis les tonnes d’autres moments, même ceux récents sur Skype où je te retrouve tellement toi.
Je vois que tu as commencé en anglais et fini en francais… et si je faisais l’inverse?
Quelle mémoire tu as? Je me souviens aussi, mais pas toujours, tous les petits détails comme toi. Ah, si! les sandwichs Savora et cornichons! Très importants!
My breakfast (when I take one) can be either hot lemon with honey and toast with tomatoes and a fantastic Himalayan olive oil (yes, no joke!). Or sometimes coffee and toast with butter. Nothing very special.
Tu dis que Florence se marie aujourd’hui? Sérieux?
I don’t know why but I am thinking of a sentence which I like a lot: “Bienheureux les fêlés car ils laissent passer la lumière”. I leave you to translate this in english. There would be a lot to say in connection with this, don’t you think? Maybe I am a little “fêlée” and you too taking this trip. But that is good I think.
Merci de ces petits moments que tu me fais revivre avec ta mémoire des détails.
I do follow your blog very often. I am thinking that it was a long time that I had not been so often in contact with you (even when I do not write, I read and follow your travel). Very nice to be in touch that way. And very daring of you to make this trip!
Zut alors. J’ai écrit plein de trucs, et cette réponse trouve que c’est trop long et refuse de la faire passer. Je t’enverrai une autre fois, ailleurs. La chose de grand intérêt est que c’est vrai que Floflo se marie aujourd’hui avec Jean-ma, son mec (hihi) de 6 ans. Il faut absolument que tu la contactes par mail ou facebook…
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Zut alors. J’ai écrit plein de trucs, et cette réponse trouve que c’est trop long et refuse de la faire passer. Je t’enverrai une autre fois, ailleurs. La chose de grand intérêt est que c’est vrai que Floflo se marie aujourd’hui avec Jean-ma, son mec (hihi) de 6 ans. Il faut absolument que tu la contactes par mail ou facebook…
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Je recopie ton texte car il n’y avait pas de bouton “reply” en-dessous.
Oui, envoies-moi, quand tu peux ta réponse par email.
J’ai mis un mot à Florence sur facebook.
Bon vent et pas trop de vagues…
How amazing to follow you! Before Atlanta, I had always lived in and around the water and my parents were competitive sailors. That’s why our Amelia Island place immediately felt like home with the sun and moon rising from the stark clean line of the horizon. Beautiful photos.
Bises, Holly
I can see you enjoying the “stark clean line of the horizon.” A liminal place where one would empty herself. I had such plan before going on the trip (emptying myself, just be one with the water and breeze), but of course, it has not happened. Too much to do on a boat, and how could one be contemplative in the cold? Speaking of Amelia Island, we may well visit you guys for a “short” trip sometimes next Spring. So handy to move your home around.