You can't run from the wind

Above: on the main deck, checking Bella Stella with the Capitan and the second in command.

Francesco is back in Antibes and is spending the day at the hopital for medical check ups. We came back from Barcellona with lots of documents, pictures and stories. Monday is a busy day at work, stay tuned and give us some time to update the website.

This letter just came in from the cargo Norman Lady:

To francesco. We miss you already, you honoured us with your presence and it's been our gain having you onboard. The Burden of Seacaptains The Burden of Fathers The Burden of Men In the end it all comes down to one thing: You can't run from the wind You trim your sails, Face the music and Keep on going (old norvegian poem).

Well, You faced the music, trimmed your sails and kept on going. What you did, Francesco, was fantastic. You survived when everything went wrong, an incredible test of psycological strengh and human endurance. You told me you like to test your limits, well you went far beyond the limits of most men and made it. What is more difficult? To sail over the Atlantic without troubles or survive what you survived? You have won a bigger price than the crossing. Next time you will make it. Bon voyage, Capitain!
The Doctor

Below: Francesco together with the Norman Lady doctor.