There is a still atmosphere in Tranquility\u2019s cabin. Kate tastes her latest culinary feat and approves it. <<It\u2019s very good!>> I can hear her saying. Tonight we are going to have polenta and chickpeas and sardines fused in a tomato sauce, a revisitation of an old recipe from a camping trip in the woods of Maine.<\/p>\n
Food is ready, deck is secured for what Hermine will decide to throw at us during the night and Labor Day\u2019s morning, as we rest a little while the other boats around us hurry out for the last hours of nice sailing, before it gets too windy. Rest, after all this is what I am supposed to do. I have a cold.<\/p>\n
Tranquility sits in Newport Harbor, holding tight to a mooring ball that a kind friend, Clarissa, is letting us use. It sits right in the center of the carnivalesque parade of Labor Day tourists, super yachts, and classic racing. There are better days to visit Newport, but our un-planable voyage doesn\u2019t take into account what\u2019s better or desirable. Things just happen. And so this is going to be the place where we will weather this weird Tropical Storm that just brought destruction to what used to be our home port, Frederica Yacht Club.<\/p>\n
We held our breath when we got the first reports from Georgia, while our brave friends were doing all they could to save the salvageable. The impact was severe and a lot got lost or damaged, but luckily our closest friends weathered it fine. Hermine shouldn\u2019t have the same impact up\u00a0here, but we hold tight as this one already showed its capricious character.<\/p>\n
I did not retrace the steps that took us here in Newport yet. The story of our cruise North is stuck in Ocean City MD, and a chapter or two are still due. I haven\u2019t yet found the\u00a0time and energy to bring you up to date. I will comply with my intentions, but this time it may take me longer than expected.<\/p>\n
I am not in a creative drought, nor I am too busy sailing. My mind is focused on a new writing project, and so this blog is affected. I am trying to develop a new blog, and this time I am want to re-start from scratch. The best gift that long term cruising has given me so far is some time and tranquility to grow a seed that was probably inside me for a very long time.<\/p>\n
Time doesn\u2019t erase older parts of you and so I have to eventually deal with whom I used to be, or to be more precise, with what I used to do. I used to study and experiment with human behavior. From a selfish point of view, I tinkered trying to change myself. For my paycheck, I helped others face change. In either case I discovered that change is inevitable, sometimes sudden, and when I was exposed to sailing for the first time, some unexpected\u00a0reactions transformed me.<\/p>\n
The aim of my new project is to see how well Psychology and Sailing mix. Not very much is out there on the topic. My research found that most of this hybridization consists\u00a0in Sport Psychology applied to competitive sailing. After all, even racing is a discipline that rests on mental pillars, like strategy, decision making, coping with stress and team building. But I suspect there is more.<\/p>\n
Ok, I spilled the beans, would you follow me on my new course?<\/p>\n<\/body>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
There is a still atmosphere in Tranquility\u2019s cabin. Kate tastes her latest culinary feat and approves it. <<It\u2019s very good!>> I can hear her saying. Tonight we are going to have polenta and chickpeas and sardines fused in a tomato sauce, a revisitation of an old recipe from a camping trip in the woods of … <\/p>\n