I can’t overstate what a big deal it is for us to have fresh sourdough available to us every day. This little restaurant/bakery probably thinks we’re a little crazy, but in boat life these seemingly miniscule wins take on an outsized significance in day-to-day life. Ouest’s daily breakfast:

There was a lot of waiting around for the waves on this day, but eventually some small ones would roll through.

This lady fried up exactly four items each night. Two were definitely banana, and quite tasty, and two were… who knows? Less tasty.

For such a tiny village, it was surprising to find this full of kids each night. Seems like the kind of thing that would be one-and-done, but it seemed pretty clear that it had been in front of this home churning out nightly entertainment for quite some time.

The market didn’t have everything you might want, but it had enough of what you might need.

Garlic, potatoes, and tomatoes solve a lot of our culinary issues.

Sharing the sidewalk.

Heading home at low tide is a bit more challenging than high.

Our last night on Rote was spent at “Taco Night.” Every week the local international school’s music program provides the live music. The kids were going full-on, too. They were really good, and their playlist leaned heavily towards the rock mentality of their Gen X to Boomer audience. They knew what they were doing.

We left in dead calm seas, again, but this time with the promise of some light following winds that should fill in shortly. The parasailor was laid out and ready to go.

I love the patterns in a glassy ocean.