Sometimes it really can be as easy as that: flat seas, full sails, and the quiet hum of water sliding past the hull. Just sailing.
From the outside, living on the ocean looks like a dream come true — the colors, the freedom, the endless horizon. And it is that, sometimes. But it’s also easy to slip into complaining. That’s the paradox of living in sync with nature: the beauty comes with dependency.
We, as a society, have built a world designed to maintain the illusion of control.
If you live in a regular house, work a regular job, your environment is stable. The temperature stays near twenty degrees. The walls don’t move. You stay dry even if it rains, and if something breaks, you call someone to fix it.
At sea, things are a little different. Everything moves. Nothing is guaranteed. And if something serious breaks, well — the consequences are a bit higher than just missing a deadline.
That’s the nature of sailing life. The conditions are rarely perfect. There’s always something to watch, to fix, to think about — usually the weather. Even when the forecast looks smooth, there’s often a leftover swell from somewhere you can’t quite name. And that tiny roll can ruin all the romance and coziness in seconds.
But not this time.
This time, it was just… good.
A steady wind, gentle sea, and 40 miles of easy sailing from Gran Canaria to Tenerife. Nothing broke. Nothing went wrong. We found a calm anchorage, cooked a meal, and watched the clouds stack up over the mountains.
Life can be simple — even with those dark clouds somewhere over Tenerife.
Stay curious, stay salty, Floh