A Good Place to Be
How do you say “gemutlichheit” in Spanish?
This afternoon, I found myself in a very good place to be, in the main saloon of the 34-foot S2 sloop Cultural Infidel, seated at the forward end of the port-side settee, shoes off, with my back resting up against the bulkhead. Diagonally opposite me was the small galley, with a certain small electric appliance, full of a certain tropical-themed beverage, and a certain artist’s music was playing on the stereo. All around were fellow sailors, fresh off a day on the race course. I had been out there too, not racing, but in our 26-foot MacGregor, Syzygy, rafted up with the committee boat, Mac Goddess, another 26-foot MacGregor. It was a calm day, with winds varying from nothing to about four knots, so the racing was going very slowly, but we put up the bimini, and that produced enough shade that I could set up the laptop in the cockpit and work on my NaNo novel. Before the batteries died, I got up to 12,226 words. When we got in from the race course, the owners of Cultural Infidel invited everybody aboard for margaritas. Not just physically, but also spiritually, I found myself in an extremely good place to be.
EDIT: I've added a picture of Cultural Infidel, taken Sunday during a brief period in which there was enough wind to float a spinnaker.