Tuesday June 2, 2015
That seems to be my motto lately. Serendipity is sold. Big change. We have at least moved her to a slip after sitting on the hard for the past 7 weeks. Change. Our boat yard buddies the Sailing Conductors are leaving us to begin their sail back to Germany and there’s a good chance we’ll never see them again. Big change (for me….I love those guys!). Our other friends Hanna and Mark will be out of here soon enough as well to begin their lives as cruisers and spend the season in Guatemala. A change that I can thankfully at least put off for a few weeks.
And while all our friend’s lives are changing for the better and I am so happy for them, I have to look at our upcoming future, and honestly it makes me a little melancholy. And a bit apprehensive. Trust me, I am all for the renovation of Daze Off, I’m the one that pushed for it more when Matt was unsure. I know it will be a great boat for us once it’s finished and we’re traveling again. The only problem is, that is a long time from now and we have a very hard road ahead of us.
I want the new (to us) boat that we know every nut, bolt, and screw; and have also tailored it to exactly our taste, the only problem is I don’t want it 6-12 months from now….I want it tomorrow. But as Scarlet O’Hare would say ‘I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow’.. Right now we do still have our good friends with us and I’d like to enjoy every moment of it possible.
Sunday we brought our whole group together at the marina for one more German night. Now that we have one more addition from that country (Hanna), and we had been enforcing so many American things on them (with the exception of the cheap Costa Rican beer we’ve all been turned on to, thanks to Mark) I wanted to sample another treat from Deutschland. The Königsberger Klopse Hannes made before was so good that I couldn’t wait for another delicious sample of something I had never tried before.
Gathering for the night and being told to bring nothing other than ourselves, I found out the meal of the night was to be stuffed peppers. Something I never knew had German origins, but apparently they do. (Or maybe Hungarian. Close enough.) Unlike last time, we had two new sets of hands which meant all I had to do was sit back and enjoy a few cold Becks. Just after the sun had gone down, I think we tend to get distracted when all of us are together and meals take 2 hours to cook, we pushed two tables together and chowed down on appetizing German (Hungarian) stuffed peppers.
When the plates were cleaned away we brought out the wine and guitars. Since Hannes now had 2 with him after having his grandfather’s refurbished in Nashville, one was handed over to me and I lamely tried to strum along even though I’ve now had almost three months to practice yet can not play the A chord Ben tried to teach me the first night we all hung out. Eventually my duties turned into ‘flashlight holder’ and I sat perched at the end of my seat, making sure to illuminate the pages of whatever tune the guys were playing.
Tonight we said our final farewells to Ben & Hannes, which was incredibly hard to do.
This morning they left Indiantown bright and early with a newly decorated Marianne (thanks to Jack), with plans of anchoring in Stuart for the night before pushing on toward Fort Pierce where they’d do last minute provisions and wait for a weather window to head out into the Atlantic. Plans were for Matt and I to head out and treat them to a nice dinner, a thank you for letting us take their place as sailing instructors to the Bahamas back in April when the original request had been for them.
Imagine my surprise when I received an email from Ben that afternoon that they were making it all the way out to Fort Pierce in one day and would in fit in our schedule to have dinner that night instead? Well…we’re in the middle of packing up Serendipity to get everything that isn’t being sold with her onto Daze Off, which is still in storage at the moment. Not to mention that I still wanted to turn this into a Fancy night out since I’d been promised one by Matt ever since we reached American soil again in March and so far had not happened.
A change in plans meant rushing a few more loads of goods to Daze Off as well as jumping into the shower and furiously towel drying my hair in time to still straighten it before we hopped in the van to head to Fort Pierce. But….there was no way we could turn these guys down. They’ve done so much for us in all our time together (and have given me so many free beers) that it was time for when they said “jump”, we said “how high?”. Getting my hair and make-up done and throwing on a new dress, I was able to get in the Kia with just enough time to meet them at 7.
Getting lost in the vast rows of slips at the city’s marina, we eventually found the brightly painted Marianne and the guys. True to his word, Hannes even wore his ‘sailor’s outfit’ for our last good-bye, something I’ve been asking him to put on ever since we were first placed next to each other in the work yard and I had been internet stalking them based on their website printed on the hull of their boat.
Walking up the short distance to Cobb’s Landing, a nice little restaurant on the waterfront, we sat down in time to hear not only live music coming from inside, but also that we came on a particular beer special night where all beers start at $0.50 at 7:00 and go up $0.50 on the half hour until they are full price. With a huge selection in front of us we all ordered something different and followed it by a taste test where we’d pass our glasses around the table so we’d each get a sample of something new.
The food was heavenly and even though I had originally been weary of my choice of lobster & shrimp macaroni and cheese, it is now something I would drive all the way back up here just to enjoy. The four of us continued to sit outside and enjoy the music and cheap premium beer until the sun was going down and it was time for us to get on the road. Luckily we didn’t have to say a teary goodbye at the restaurant since we were bringing the guys back to Indiantown with us so they could retrieve the magic bus. Of course the whole ride back was filled with jokes that Matt and I would chuck any plans of fixing up Daze Off and instead fly to the Netherlands where of course Matt has already found another ‘perfect boat’. Placing us right next to Germany there’s no way we couldn’t be sailing buddies again in the future.
Dropping the guys off in front of the magic bus we gave them the biggest of hugs and wished them well on the rest of their journey as well as any future ventures. I know we’ll still keep in close touch, but with them headed back to a land based life it’s much harder to say ‘Maybe we’ll bump into each other again on the water someday’. Something I’ve been able to do with so many of my new friends and that I am so grateful for. But in this case I don’t see it happening and that is incredibly saddening. As I’ve told myself earlier. “I can’t think about that right now. I’ll think about it tomorrow.”