Day 1: Jan 18, 2026
This is home for the next 2 weeks. I do well on a moving sailboat. Prudence sailed through 12-15 foot seas barreling downwind with 25 knots of wind. She pitched and rolled, and I found it so much fun to walk, cook, shower, and sleep in her belly. Moving in her in high seas was like a dance. It teaches you to be embodied with yourself but at one with the boat, too.
I wasn’t so sure about a boat anchored in the bay. Coro Coro is anchored in Grenada just outside of St Gerges’s. Last night, I slept part of the night in the cockpit with a gentle breeze sifting through and the stars above me as Coro Coro rocked me to sleep. I slept short, but I slept like how a babe must be like in her mother’s womb, swimming and somersaulting soundly in my embryonic fluid. It made me think why some of us develop sea sickness when we live 9 months developing in water essentially. I think that’s why we’re all born to love the sea. Studies show that it is healthy for our mind and body to be at or near the sea. It quite literally calms your nervous system.
The morning of departure was a busy one. The captain and I are morning larks and obligate must-have-coffee-immediately-after-waking addicts. Together, we reviewed the weather forecast and plan of navigation from Grenada to Sand Island over cups of espresso. After breakfast, the girls went out to gather provisions for our 10 day journey while the guys stayed to prepare the sailboat.
It was forecasted to be 25 knots of wind and we’d be sailing it at beam reach. For the non-sailors (translation): it’s gonna be a fast and wet ride! This is also while navigating around an active submarine volcano. Kick ‘em Jenny has been known to erupt and create a powerful sinkhole. So I laced up my foredeck shoes, assured a proper fit on my life vest and harness, and put together a grab bag of passport, knife, Garmin Explorer, and minimal essentials in cases of abandon ship scenarios.
Fortunately, it was a lovely sail up to Sand Island. The wind registered at an average of 15 knots and the sea swell was just big enough for me to shriek in glee as the boat rides up the crest and dip down to the trough, the wave occasionally lapping up the hull and blessing me with occasional salty showers. I rode Coro Coro on the pulpit (the very front point of the boat) a la Rose on the front of Titanic but without Jack and I’m happily barefooted.
