| Daily Narrative - Faial, Azores |
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| Written by Joy Collins - SV Amistad - Deckhand | |
| Sunday, 29 July 2007 | |
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I woke up for morning watch to bright sunlight and hints of land in the distance. We saw the islands of the Azores for hours before we docked in Faial due to their sharp contrast with the water all around them. My excitement increased as we drew closer. The wind picked up and I ended up on the helm as we made our way between the islands. The island of Pico dramatically guided us in on the port side, her steep peak shrouded in clouds. Red roofed houses became visible on Pico and Faial. A few people from a large commercial ship waved at us as we came in (we would later say hello to them when out in town that evening). After two weeks on the ocean we were dockside in one of the most amazing places I have ever seen. Warmth and palm trees and curious eyes greeted us at the dock. Someone ashore called for “Mario,” and the pace of a small European town surrounded us. I was reminded of time spent on an island in Greece. Small murals left by other sailors decorated the dock we tied up to. Our bow pointed toward a hillside. The variety of green from the grass and trees and deep brown of the earth delighted my eyes. I always heard people mention feeling like they were still moving once they stopped sailing. I never experienced that until I sat down to a lunch of Chili and cornbread after docking in Faial. Comments
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