Yesterday was a very busy day on Amistad (are there any other kinds of days aboard a tall ship?).  Despite the fact that we are still at Sambro I had plenty to do, from catching up on schoolwork to learning how to tie more knots.  All of us also watched a movie/documentary about the slave trade and Sierra Leone, had time for some musical performances, and competed with the crew in a line coiling, deck-straightening competition.

The documentary was a little roughly cut but still decent, and I was pleased to realize that I’ve learned much of the information it presented just from my time on Amistad.  Sometimes it seems like there is so much to know about the slave trade, about history, and about sailing that I’m not making any headway.
After another amazing dinner from the Amistad galley involving fresh baked bread, corned beef, different vegetables, and sweet potatoes that even I (an avowed sweet potato loather) had seconds of, we had time for a few hours of music from some very talented people on board. Tim’s banjo, Erica’s singing, Johnny’s drumming, Paul and Nadia’s guitar, and the whole crew’s singing really made me wish I had brought my violin along—a few fiddle tunes would have fit right in.  Life in port is a world apart being underway—it’s a lot harder to find time when the whole crew is awake and together when the ship is moving.
There is a mosquito flying around me as I type this. I think it’s a sign we’ve been in port too long- there aren’t supposed to be mosquitoes on this trip.
 

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