DAY 18 Land Ho!
February 26, Day 18 | Land Ho! Land Ho!
Seventeen days since we last saw land. A very special feeling spreads onboard when the beautiful peaks of La Palma suddenly appear in the distance. We turn towards each other, “Ha! We did it!”
This will be the last blog of this epic transatlantic passage with ADRIENNE. Our beautiful ADRIENNE, who has taken such good care of us. She has not only been our home; she has been our everything. A seemingly endless ocean has separated us from the ‘normal world,’ making this a universe of its own.
In just a few miles, we will step out of this universe, this little bubble. But we will not leave empty-handed. With us, we keep wonderful memories and countless stories to tell from this adventure. And with new friends for life.
Until next time, Big Blue!
Love,
Erik, Skipper of ADRIENNE
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