Dear logbook, forty-third day of a new life. Yesterday, my diary was a day where the little sailors behaved in a wonderful way. We were walking about 15 km according to what the mobile says. The fact is that we left the hotel before 8 in the morning and which New Yorkers had a coffee

Dear Logbook, forty-first day of a new life. Yesterday my Diary was a wonderful day. It was very noticeable having slept less, because we were all tired in the afternoon. Especially the little sailor Gadea. The day started very soon having breakfast at 6.30 am and taking a walk to Time Square, a place that

Dear Logbook, fortieth day of a new life. Yesterday was a very long day. We woke up very soon 5.30 AM and we would go to sleep at about 2 am … 20.00 PM in New York. We just got tired and from there we went to bed soon. Yes, I took some pictures as

Dear Logbook, thirty-ninth day of a new life. Today my Diary is the day we had marked for at least 5 weeks in the calendar. Today we embark the whole family on a journey of celebration, of celebration for having arrived all together on that Island that we longed for since that August 22, 2019.

Dear Logbook, thirty-eighth day of a new life. Today my Diary is Saturday but something different from the preceding ones. As tomorrow we fly to the United States today we will not rent a car to go grocery. It’s time to empty the fridge. Everyone at home but me, have already packed. It’s my turn

Dear Logbook, thirty-sixth day of a new life. My Diary yesterday had an appointment to do an echocardiogram. As I told you days ago due to the potions received on the high seas, the heart could have been affected. I was tested to confirm what our friend Sergei told us weeks ago. In short, in

Dear Logbook, thirty-fourth day of a new life. My Diary, yesterday was more or less as I expected. Without big news. The weather was a bit unpleasant due to the strong wind we had. What made cycling more complicated and tired. But well, the sailor Marta and the little sailor Martín, move with the bike.