October 16, 2016
Just yesterday, on a grey early morning, we left Serafina on her own for the first extended period since we bought her in 2010. And for the last two years and a bit more, she has been our home – the place where we live, and where we have experienced a large part of life. We’re already on our way from Licata to Catania to Stuttgart (where we were the recipients of wonderful hospitality from Birgit’s friend Isa) to Frankfurt and finally, to Seattle.
It is disorienting to be away from the boat. Living on her the way we have, we know every hidden corner, and every sign that something might be beginning to fail. Entropy definitely has its way with boats in a saltwater environment, even more than it has its way with aging human bodies. We been able to keep her (and she, us) safe by being acutely attuned to all the symptoms of system failures, and we won’t be able to do that for the next three months. It makes us nervous, besides which, we’ll miss her, our solid, loyal boat, and our home.
I found myself this afternoon reaching with my knee to find the switch that would make the water run in the hotel sink. It wasn’t there!
But life moves on, and people need repairs from time to time, just as boats do. I’ll get a new hip in Seattle, and Birgit had her time with the docs this summer. Well, and Serafina got a rebuilt transmission in Kalamata a few weeks ago. So we should all be in tip-top condition for the summer cruising season in the Med in 2017.
Plus, an excellent marinero will be checking on Serafina once a week, and running the engine once a month, just to stir up the oil and drive out condensation. We’ll all get over it, and life will go on. Beyond 2017, we are still resolutely refusing to make any decisions, but, of course, one can’t help but think…