Saturday 4 and Sunday, November 5, 2006, sailing on the Islands of Friuli with the sisters and their young friends Xaviere of Claire House.
We set up with the sisters Xaviere Marseille a project that was the challenge: to live together as sisters and youth Claire House, at sea, the time for a weekend.
After the usual preparations of this kind of fitted, I am facing a setback, that the ships planned for this voyage made me lurch. The alternative is found quickly for me, as the flagship boat "Massilia", managed by the association Vogue Massalia with which we have longstanding ties. In my mind there is not a last resort but in a way that corresponds to navigate so that I find most successful as a way to understand the sea, I find only benefits.
So on Saturday morning, I expect my teammates all perky. Upon arrival at the Civic Centre Roucas soft, the shock is severe. Instead of throwing cruise chrome reflections on a small cross at the top of their beautiful, girls discover a skiff, the water level, so frail that they are even questioning its ability to leave the harbor. Some of the teammates, culture and African Caribbean respectively, deal with the boat CANOE . I try to reinvigorate the interest of the crew by telling the story the boat that carries them. In short, we leave.
Our first day's sailing takes place in excellent conditions. After the discovery of rowing ("how must row?"), Right out of the port a weak east wind 5 to 7 knots, pushing us nicely to Pomègues. A stop at Anse Quarantine keeps us in the spirit of diving into our roots, we detail the operation of the entire mooring bollards carved in stone by the sea, the reason for the presence of the infirmary. This is an opportunity for some to put a first foot on the land to satisfy a natural need. Just hit the "terra firma", which is really an exotic expression here because nobody has ever seen a cow in Friuli, the three teammates in question decide to stay on the farm component and come to port. For our part, the short trip to Anchorage the evening, the occasion is a moment of grace.
Driven by the evening breeze in flat shovels, we slip quietly beneath the cliffs populated only Gabians the gulls Marseille. Of cove cove in, we embouquons the harbor entrance at the time of the first rays of sun. The only noticeable sounds are the voices of anglers, allowing us to measure the quality of sound transmission in water. A landing softly punctuated first outing at sea All of them are proud, happy to return the land.
We must make our neighborhoods at night. We are moving rapidly towards the fort Brégantin down there behind the next point, you know it's not so far ...
The arrival, at nightfall, in a very far from everything, populated only Gabians invaded ominous shadows, causing panic among some irrational. In an instant, he must regain the port city of Marseille found so close, with lights twinkling like so many reminders that real life is at hand, take the shuttle back, he must say his fear the phone must be ... out of the desert.
Girls, your suffering is beautiful, you're beautiful.
The few remaining, after digested this event is counted. 6 of 12, half of the crew. With a wind that promised force Sunday, it makes the return more acrobatic. That's okay, we'll take the opportunity to spend quality time. The evening is warm and strong peacefully located, we have a bunkering to go around the world, the starry sky we nailed its cold beauty. After a night's sleep on Sunday morning finds us on a point overlooking the sea roaring at our feet, to praise the Creator and invaded the beauty that He has paid as a gift, in this grandiose landscape that fills us its presence.
return, under spanker alone in a breeze at 20-25 knots, was done without a hitch, with chants of teammates, This joyous shared beauty.
Thanks Marie for guiding us to the port, thank you Lord for this full joy and calm that comes over us after a time when we touch the Eternity of Your Love.
After the usual preparations of this kind of fitted, I am facing a setback, that the ships planned for this voyage made me lurch. The alternative is found quickly for me, as the flagship boat "Massilia", managed by the association Vogue Massalia with which we have longstanding ties. In my mind there is not a last resort but in a way that corresponds to navigate so that I find most successful as a way to understand the sea, I find only benefits.
So on Saturday morning, I expect my teammates all perky. Upon arrival at the Civic Centre Roucas soft, the shock is severe. Instead of throwing cruise chrome reflections on a small cross at the top of their beautiful, girls discover a skiff, the water level, so frail that they are even questioning its ability to leave the harbor. Some of the teammates, culture and African Caribbean respectively, deal with the boat CANOE . I try to reinvigorate the interest of the crew by telling the story the boat that carries them. In short, we leave.
Our first day's sailing takes place in excellent conditions. After the discovery of rowing ("how must row?"), Right out of the port a weak east wind 5 to 7 knots, pushing us nicely to Pomègues. A stop at Anse Quarantine keeps us in the spirit of diving into our roots, we detail the operation of the entire mooring bollards carved in stone by the sea, the reason for the presence of the infirmary. This is an opportunity for some to put a first foot on the land to satisfy a natural need. Just hit the "terra firma", which is really an exotic expression here because nobody has ever seen a cow in Friuli, the three teammates in question decide to stay on the farm component and come to port. For our part, the short trip to Anchorage the evening, the occasion is a moment of grace.
Driven by the evening breeze in flat shovels, we slip quietly beneath the cliffs populated only Gabians the gulls Marseille. Of cove cove in, we embouquons the harbor entrance at the time of the first rays of sun. The only noticeable sounds are the voices of anglers, allowing us to measure the quality of sound transmission in water. A landing softly punctuated first outing at sea All of them are proud, happy to return the land.
We must make our neighborhoods at night. We are moving rapidly towards the fort Brégantin down there behind the next point, you know it's not so far ...
The arrival, at nightfall, in a very far from everything, populated only Gabians invaded ominous shadows, causing panic among some irrational. In an instant, he must regain the port city of Marseille found so close, with lights twinkling like so many reminders that real life is at hand, take the shuttle back, he must say his fear the phone must be ... out of the desert.
Girls, your suffering is beautiful, you're beautiful.
The few remaining, after digested this event is counted. 6 of 12, half of the crew. With a wind that promised force Sunday, it makes the return more acrobatic. That's okay, we'll take the opportunity to spend quality time. The evening is warm and strong peacefully located, we have a bunkering to go around the world, the starry sky we nailed its cold beauty. After a night's sleep on Sunday morning finds us on a point overlooking the sea roaring at our feet, to praise the Creator and invaded the beauty that He has paid as a gift, in this grandiose landscape that fills us its presence.
return, under spanker alone in a breeze at 20-25 knots, was done without a hitch, with chants of teammates, This joyous shared beauty.
Thanks Marie for guiding us to the port, thank you Lord for this full joy and calm that comes over us after a time when we touch the Eternity of Your Love.
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