Vi sejler...Oh we do.

How that is pronounced is nothing like how it is spelled. So don't try to say it in American or else be prepared for embarrassment similar to Villy Søvndal's talking about Syria....I mean, serious. 

We went sailing today! Yes. After living on the boat for almost two weeks, we took The Sheriff out and I got to be the DRIVER. Sailor. Skipper.  Anyhow I got to steer. And I learned the Danish words for Starboard and Port. Port is nothing like it is in English, but I think that mystery shall remain for now.

You will notice in the photos that we are adoring our greenhouse that grows basil and sage and something else I  can't remember. Tobi says it is Thyme and I believe him because he grew them from seeds.  I'm basically the step mother here and sometimes feel a little jealous of the attention he gives them, but what the hell. I got to drive the boat.  He pacifies me well.

The day was perfect, right down to the shots of Sambucca we knocked back before sailing back into the harbor. Half a bottle to be exact...ish. 

So the detail that is important and therefore left to the end is that we did all of this WITHOUT A STUPID MOTOR.  None of this phaffing about with sails down and motor humming away in and out of the marina. No. We were pirates.  Really.

I have the head scarves to prove it.  Tobi says that I'm the best girl out of the host of them that he has taken out sailing and I'm pretty content with that. 

Of course I'm writing all of this with champagne and sambucca coursing through my veins, but that's fine too. I'm 33 and never too old to explore the fascinating possibilities of literary regret under the influence of Danish culture. 

Peace.