It’s an odd thing, bobbing in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, chugging from one continent to the next. No land in sight, no weather reports on CNN (if you can get CNN), no clue to what’s ahead. Yet we do it, just as our ancestors did before us. That was our dinner conversation last night . . . what an adventure it must have been for our ancestors, all of European descent, to board those ocean liners for the New World. How brave they were – an adventurous spirit far beyond what we have today – to give up all that was to known to them to head towards a world they knew so very little about.
Sea days – no matter the vessel or the era – seem meant for reflection and rejuvenation. Books devoured, subjects explored, goals considered and retooled.
Settling into life at sea, as they always do, Sacagawea and Dundee have found their rhythm. Eager to get schoolwork done before we hit Europe, they’re chastising me when I procrastinate, preferring instead to lounge, read, nap. I love their commitment, and their energy; I hope it’s contagious, though I’ve shown precious few symptoms so far.
“Have you met the other kids onboard?” they were asked yesterday as we chatted with our fellow cruisers. “Seems there’s a family sailing with us,” our new friend continued, “homeschooling and traveling the world. The kids are just your age – 10 & 13 – and they’re keeping a blog of their adventures. You really should meet them!” Sacagawea and Dundee just smiled. Yep . . . think we’ve already met.