
Our Amira rolls over land
Our Amira is pulled from the Rio Dulce and rolls as if by magic across the shipyard. “Go back to square one!” it says. We are back where we were a year ago.



We don’t have 20 years. Maybe we have two or three, maybe ten, in which we can explore, dream and discover. Because Peter is suffering from Parkinson’s. The time in which he can live without major limitations is limited. That’s why we bought a sailboat without ever having sailed before. On the trip from northern Italy to Greece, a skipper taught us how to sail. Now we’re using the trade winds and following the barefoot route around the world, very much in the spirit of Mark Twain. This is our adventure.
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Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
Mark Twain

Our Amira is pulled from the Rio Dulce and rolls as if by magic across the shipyard. “Go back to square one!” it says. We are back where we were a year ago.

Peter is becoming increasingly forgetful. This is related to Parkinson’s. Sometimes he confuses Sylke with Maria, sometimes he talks about Mexico when he means Colombia, and sometimes he leaves the gas flame on the stove. Until an egg explodes.

Hurricane season has begun. We are heading for safety in Rio Dulce, Guatemala. On the journey through the pitch-black night, we are accompanied by constant lightning.