At four am the light came on in the room serving as our bunk house. “Good morning, coffee is on the table,” said Zvonko (zVON-ko). In Croatian, Zvonko means ‘bell ringer.’ I can think of no better name for the person who is waking us up at four am to climb up the mountainside to …
All dressed in our Bente Dorte “Watermelon Voyage” crew tee-shirts, we had moved the watermelons still left after our island sales to the boat’s port side. That way, when we docked in Kastel Stari, the students’ home city, everybody would be able to access the cargo. The Bura had died down and we were looking sharp. …
I’ve never met anyone who doesn’t like watermelon. Along the Dalmatian coast, that meant being greeted with smiles everywhere. Leaving Ploce, sailing north on our long trip home, we traveled through the islands and sold the bright red fruit to boats and restaurants all along the way. Like Ulysses, that great Adriatic sailor returning home, …
People sometimes ask why I like sailing with kids. I always thought that was a funny question. Doesn’t everyone, I thought.. I imagined that all sailors wanted to share what they have with young people so the traditions can live on. For me this is …