Sailing into Espana, and Barcelona beauties.
rst day of sailing is just turning out to be not so great a thing thus far aboard the SS Sorlandet. Though we extended our stay in Portugal by a day to avoid being caught in a storm that was just two notches shy of being a hurricane, the remnants of it were most definitely still felt 24 hours later. Not long after our departure, the several meter high waves that are tossing us about make “I hate the sea!”, “Why do we have to sail so much?”, and “Can we turn back to Portugal?” the most heard sentences of the day. The half-day of scheduled classes is cancelled, and most students retreat to their bunks, or to the funnels of shame. I am happy to report that I…and motion sickness meds… conquered seasickness this time. Victory! Chantalle (sponsored by Gravol): 1 Seasickness: A trillion billion. Although most on board want to give the ocean a good punch in the face on this first day of sailing from Western Europe, she soon redeems herself. The über calmness of the Atlantic Ocean the followin...