“Sailing Shenanigans: A Tale from Lanzarote to Las Palmas”

“Sailing Shenanigans: A Tale from Lanzarote to Las Palmas”

Oh, darling readers, buckle up because our seafaring saga from Lanzarote to Las Palmas is quite the rollercoaster – or should I say, sailercoaster? Picture this: two intrepid souls, a boat, and a whole lot of ocean. It’s like a romantic comedy, only the only love affair happening is with the sea, and let me tell you, she’s a fickle mistress.

So, there we were, preparing to bid adieu to the tranquility of Lanzarote, and if you think sailing is all smooth seas and serenades with dolphins, think again. We were on our own this time, just the two of us, and let’s face it, it’s always a tad nerve-wracking when you’re left alone with your thoughts and the vastness of the Atlantic. But, lo and behold, the moment we left the marina and hit the open waters, it felt different. Better. Maybe it was the wind in our sails or just the sheer thrill of the unknown. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t smooth sailing the whole way.

Now, imagine us starting our grand adventure with no wind. Zero. Zilch. Nada. It’s like planning a beach day and realizing you left the sunscreen at home. Panic ensued, but fear not, my dear readers, for the winds graced us with their presence just as we circumnavigated the island. Seven knots of pure adrenaline – I felt like I was in a Fast and Furious movie, only with sails instead of sleek cars. You could almost hear Vin Diesel shouting, “Family, we’re going to need a bigger boat!”

But alas, the sea gods have a sense of humor. With the nightlife of Las Palmas beckoning, we decided to play it safe and slowed our roll to a leisurely 5 knots. Cue the romantic lunch, complete with the pièce de résistance: leftover pizza. Because who says you can’t have a five-star meal at sea?

And then, my friends, came the pièce de résistance – a marine fashion show featuring our VIP guest: a sea turtle. Ian’s impromptu “turtle, turtle” declaration had us all on our feet like we were watching a Broadway show. This turtle wasn’t just any turtle; she was a diva, flaunting her fins in a mesmerizing underwater waltz. It was like watching a slow-motion runway walk, only with more elegance and less paparazzi.

Now, our nautical tale took an unexpected turn post-sunset. The winds ghosted us, leaving us in the dark, quite literally. Engine to the rescue! Navigating Las Palmas at night is no joke, folks. It’s like trying to find your way through a disco with dazzling lights and giant tankers blocking the dance floor.

Finally, we docked in Las Palmas, the last European marina before the epic Atlantic crossing. The air was thick with excitement and the promise of new horizons. As we anchored our dreams in this vibrant port, I couldn’t help but think, “Winter is not the only thing coming – adventure awaits, and it’s as unpredictable as a plot twist in Game of Thrones.” Let the Atlantic Games begin!