I was born in a small coastal mediteranean town, there are lots of islands close by, some of them are inhabited and some are not. During the summer almost every one of those small island villages have their own celebration day, like a festivity, at the time it was much more popular then today and people from town would visit those festivities trough the whole summer, there was music and food and drinking and summer romances.
I was 17 that summer and couple of my friends and me wanted to visit another obe of the fiestas but we missed the last ferry. My friend’s grandpa had a small fishing boat, just 6m long, we decided to “borrow it”.
We bought some snacks, wine and ice and started our adventure. Dont know if you guys ever sailed at night without instruments but it gets really easy to lose orientation. There was no google maps at a time and we had no instruments. We tried to guess where we are by following some lights but in honesty we were lost. We werent afraid, our coast is not dangerous but we started losing hope of finding neither a party or our way back before the sun rose. At one moment we heard music coming from somewhere behind the next cape. When we passed the cape we saw a village in the bay and headed straight to there and to the music.
Of course it was the wrong village but there was a birthday party in the village port. A girl called Maria was celebrating her 18th birthday.
We approached then and told them our story, brought our wine and had a blast till morning!
Today I am a captain and Maria is my wife and a mother to our two sons.
I was 17 that summer and couple of my friends and me wanted to visit another obe of the fiestas but we missed the last ferry. My friend’s grandpa had a small fishing boat, just 6m long, we decided to “borrow it”.
We bought some snacks, wine and ice and started our adventure. Dont know if you guys ever sailed at night without instruments but it gets really easy to lose orientation. There was no google maps at a time and we had no instruments. We tried to guess where we are by following some lights but in honesty we were lost. We werent afraid, our coast is not dangerous but we started losing hope of finding neither a party or our way back before the sun rose. At one moment we heard music coming from somewhere behind the next cape. When we passed the cape we saw a village in the bay and headed straight to there and to the music.
Of course it was the wrong village but there was a birthday party in the village port. A girl called Maria was celebrating her 18th birthday.
We approached then and told them our story, brought our wine and had a blast till morning!
Today I am a captain and Maria is my wife and a mother to our two sons.