Little defeats
For the first time I had to surrender. Too much Mistral, too big waves which would splash inside at a close reach. In the end, instead of sailing to Isola…
For the first time I had to surrender. Too much Mistral, too big waves which would splash inside at a close reach. In the end, instead of sailing to Isola…
There's this "bad girl", a Florence-taught photograph from Ponza, Federica Di Giovanni, but most of all a sort of alter ego of mine. During four years, she's been wandering in…
Holy Sirocco! 5 great sailing hours, with rain, warm winds, and nice waves, speeding the boat up to 6 knots at a broad reach, and here I am in Ponza!…
So we leave also Ventotene behind... and with it, its magic atmosphere, its pastel-colored houses, the incredible Roman Port, the gently volcanic glimpses of its sea. But above all its…