The following pages chronicle the journey of the sailing vessel Pelagic and her crew. We are a family of 5; Michael, Amy, Zander, Porter and Anakena, taking our 42' Hallberg Rassy as far as we can comfortably go in three years. We left Oregon in September 2014, participated in the 2014 Baja Haha, continued on through the Panama Canal, into the Caribbean, up the coast of the US to Maritime Canada and from there crossed the Atlantic. After an arrival in Ireland we toured Scotland, then sailed down to France, Portugal and on to Morocco. In January of 2016 we slowed down considerably and enrolled the kids in a local Spanish school in Sanlucar de Guadiana for a few months. In the spring of 2016 we crossed the Atlantic towards the Caribbean. We are now in the Pacific, officially on our way home, albeit via a very circuitous path. We are currently in French Polynesia and looking at weather windows to Hawaii before finally making landfall back in the Pacific Northwest.

Currently our exact location is not available. Our spot coverage will pick us back up in Hawaii towards the end of May, 2017.

Our favorite sailing quote:

"If anythings gonna happen, it's gonna happen out there boss!" Captain Ron

Monday, January 11, 2016

January 7, heading up river

Leaving Gib

Home for a few months back on the Guadiana


We just took the plunge and officially enrolled our kids in school at the local Sanlucar de Guadiana primary school. Sanlucar is located about 20 miles up the Guadiana River, creating the border between Spain and Portugal. Whew, I think I am more nervous than the kids are to start. Ana will be in the kindergarten class and along with 8 other Spanish kids there are two other English boat kids. I expect her to fare well in school with her rudimentary grasp of the language thanks to her Spanish immersion preschool at home. Porter can make friends with a tin can and I'm sure he will be chatty in any language thrown at him, so I have high hopes for him as well. Poor Zander, his is the one we worry about! I've mentioned Zander is dyslexic, which is an auditory processing disorder and we've already determined a second language is difficult for him. Dyslexic's usually have some pretty creative spelling and we've figured out through multiple trials and errors that he doesn't spell using the sounds of letters (letters are arbitrary for a dyslexic, or at the risk of stereotyping all dyslexics, at least for our dyslexic), but by the shape of the printed word. Which is fine, he is getting the hang of reading that way and has a fantastic memory for the shapes of many of the words in the English language. The problem is in Spain, everything is in cursive, so the shapes of the works can be very different from what he is used to. Strike two, strike three is that they are putting him in the 8th grade class due to his age, while back home he is only in the 7th because of his late September birthday. Lastly and just to add the icing on the cake, as if all those things won't be hard enough....the last class of the day is French 2. I feel like I am sending my kid out to a firing squad. That said, Z is fervently studying with his Spanish apps and is prepared for an excruciatingly hard first couple of weeks of school. I think this takes "doing something out of your comfort zone" to en entirely new level! Kids are tough though and I have very high hopes for all three of mine.

What will Mike and I do while the kids are in school for 6 hours a day? Ahh, I have no idea, but I am really looking forward to figuring it out and possibly being a little bored! We have a list of boat chores a mile long that we will certainly work on.....nothing major just plenty of preventive maintenance and deep cleaning. Mike's got plenty of real-estate management issues he can work on for the property he still manages at home. No home schooling for me (I told the kids I would give them a month off and depending on how Spanish school is going, we will have to add a little English curriculum back into the schedule at some point), what will I do all day? Dammit, I will probably feel guilty and volunteer at school, but it might take at least a few weeks (or maybe a month) before that old Catholic guilt really eats at me!