At the entrance to the Mediterranean
Yet again we find ourselves in a waiting game. Waiting for Hans to finish work, waiting for favorable weather and winds, waiting to start cruising again. After a two-week skiing hiatus with friends in Colorado (amazing, epic, outstanding, insert all the other superlatives), we returned to the boat in Lagos and made a quick trip to Gibraltar where we would stage for our entry into the Mediterranean Sea. We arrived in Gibraltar a couple days before my mom flew in for her annual birthday visit and Hans left a week later for his regular two week work trip. We've been in Gibraltar for a little over three weeks now and are itching to leave. Gibraltar is fine, but the clear waters and island-hopping freedom of the Mediterranean beckon. First, sailing through the straits of Gibraltar. It was, indeed, legendary and lived up to my expectations. At the narrowest point, the strait is only 14 miles across and is marked on either side by the Pillars of Hercules --massive land forms on the north
