The right message at the right time


I want to thank Sarahbruner (as we spell it) for including this wonderful quote in her departure note. The entire note was rich of insights and mindful riddles, but this particular quote from Iron Mike literally hit me in the face.

In late October 2013 we had a special departure party in Williamsburg, New York (tank you Ashton!) to salute our friends before setting sail, including a special delegation of friends from Italy who travelled just for this special occasion. Every guest had to bring an envelope with a message for us, a sort of fan mail. The idea was to open the notes along the way, when we would feel sad or lonely or remembering our beloved people far away. Today we opened one after a long, long time, and we still have more to open. This means we have a lot of friends, and not so many lonely times.

message in a bottle

The content of the envelopes we have opened so far is various. We found heartwarming messages, poems, drawings, pen-drive with music, maps, jokes, spices, books and even clams (a particular currency you can use on the sea, thanks Nina).

We keep this messages as a special treasure, they contain more than we expected when we launched the idea. They bring us colors when it’s grey, refreshment when it’s hot, warmth when it’s cold. They send us back a positive image when we need it, as a mirror that only enhances our qualities.

We would like to take advantage of this holiday time to say THANK YOU again and again to all our friends and family who supported us and continue to do so. Today we had once again the proof that you are there when we need it.


Ship of Fools

Albrecht Durer The Ship of Fools of Sebastian Brant, Title Page
Albrecht Durer, The Ship of Fools of Sebastian Brant

“Confined on the ship, from which there is no escape, the madman is delivered to the river with its thousand arms, the sea with its thousand roads, to that great uncertainty external to everything. He is a prisoner in the midst of what is the freest, the openest of routes: bound fast at the infinite crossroads. He is the Passenger par excellence: that is, the prisoner of the passage. And the land he will come to is unknown—as is, once he disembarks, the land from which he comes. He has his truth and his homeland only in that fruitless expanse between two countries that cannot belong to him.”

Michel Foucault, Madness and Civilization: A History of Insanity in the Age of Reason

Let go


A white explorer in Africa, anxious to press ahead with his journey, paid his porters for a series of forced marches. But they, almost within reach of their destination, set down their bundles and refused to budge. No amount of extra payment would convince them otherwise. They said they had to wait for their souls to catch up.

Bruce Chatwin, The Songlines

Sailing and reality


Sailing is not an escape but a return to and a confrontation of a reality from which modern civilization is itself an escape. For centuries, man suffered from the reality of an earth that was too dark or too hot or too cold for his comfort, and to escape this he invented complex systems of lighting, heating and air conditioning. Sailing rejects these and returns to the old realities of dark and heat and cold. Modern civilization has found radio, TV, movies, nightclubs and a huge variety of mechanized entertainment to titillate our senses and help us escape from the apparent boredom of the earth and the sun and wind and stars. Sailing returns to these ancient realities.

              Cruising blues and their cure – Robert M. Pirsig