Our journey around the world began in Portland, England in August 2016. James and I left with 32 feet of boat beneath us and 24 years of life behind us. If either of those numbers seemed too low to our family or friends, they kept any concern well hidden. They cheerily waved us off the dock on a hot summer’s morning, perhaps inwardly reassuring themselves that the numbers that really mattered were the amount of miles that we had sailed in preparation, and the volume of hours that had gone into readying ourselves for the trip. Both of these numbers were indeed very high, but I remain unconvinced that one can ever really be ready to leave. There remained, and still do, so many gaps in our experience, and it had recently come to light that there was also a gap between the propeller shaft and the hull. We knew by that point that a boat is never without problems, and we also knew that sooner or later we had to jump. It was only a small gap, we told each other, so we jumped.
ONE DAY AT A TIME
Arriving in
