We Crossed the Atlantic. Would We Do It Again?

We made it!

After 4,500 miles, countless vats of coffee, several mechanical betrayals, and only a modest amount of questioning our life choices, we are finally tied up safely in the lovely city of A Coruña in northern Spain.

The original plan was Brest, France. And possibly a few other options thrown in. But after four of the seven days across from the Azores felt less like passage making and more like being trapped inside a wet roller coaster, we collectively voted that we’d had quite enough Atlantic Ocean for one month.

Unfortunately, I’d spent the previous week frantically brushing up on my French, not my Spanish. My Spanish currently consists of “Hola,” “Gracias,” “Cerveza” and ’Banos”. Ken knows one other word, but it’s unusable in polite Spanish society, so pretty useless really. Unbelievably by rotating these words and pointing at things, we’ve managed moderately well. I will write a separate essay about our time in Spain which has been fascinatingly fantastico.

Here is a video of us reflecting on our passage. Enjoy. For Crew Members please read below for my unfiltered thoughts.

I thought I’d answer the question everyone keeps asking.

Would we do it again?…