Even though we have our lovely boat for sale, Mattina continues to give us gifts as we sail toward Florida.
As we head north, the wind comes from the south at 15 knots and we raise the spinnaker. We sail for two days under these conditions, happy to be cruising at 7 knots over ground heading for our destination.
With the wind and weather treating us well, we’ll make the most of our final days in the Bahamas. If you are interested in buying Mattina or would like to see her in Florida, please check out our listing. You can also contact us through that page.
Playing on the beach, I heard a noise. I know that voice, I thought. I looked left, looked right and there she was. Yay.
I’m was soooo happy I jumped on her. Now, I’m not allowed to jump on people, but I could see Kristina felt guilty about leaving me, so she hugged me instead of telling me to sit. I still don’t get where she went. Humans are strange sometimes.
I’m soooo sad. I don’t understand what’s happened. My human is gone. Where? I just don’t know.
I watched her leave. She got in a dinghy of humans I don’t know very well, left our boat, and waved goodbye.
“Wait,” I bark. “Where are you going?”
I’m very suspicious because she has a suitcase with her. That can’t be good. And look how pathetic I look trying to get her to stay.
I howl my best howl, and she waves and tells me to be good.
Matt, my other human, whom I love, but he doesn’t baby me like Kristina does, is doing his best to keep me happy. I didn’t eat dinner the first night. I thought that might make Matt get her back, but when that didn’t work, I ate anyway. I was just too hungry. I’ll need to try something else to make Matt understand.
But where – oh – where is Kristina?
And when will she come home? Matt keeps saying soon, but what does that mean? I’m soooo sad.
When guests arrive on Mattina, they may think they’re coming for a vacation full of fun and relaxation, but …
Okay, it’s true there is a lot of fun and relaxation, but we also put our guests to work.
My nephew got the fun job of checking the anchor. Even though we have a pretty good anchoring process, and we love our Rocna anchor, it never hurts to have a pair of eyes check the anchor is fully buried.
Lucky nephew. He got the good job. Others, like cleaning the galley, are not so fun.