Hi. I'm sitting here writing you from the pilothouse of Quintana, and as I look around I realize that nothing I look at is mine. The cool instrument panel ....not mine, the sink tap I turned on......not mine. The bed I'm sleeping in.....again.....not mine.
We have officially, "money-in-the-bank" sold Quintana, and I honestly don't know how I feel. I'm excited, yes....I've been sittin' my butt in Canada for a year waiting to start my life here, but to not have our "Magic Carpet" anymore.....well, it just plain sucks. Quintana was always our escape, our emergency exit if things didn't work out here, and the fact that we no longer have that...well, it gives me a bit of anxiety.....maybe that's why I've had a few glasses of wine, and am now trying unsuccessfully to do breathing exercises to calm myself. Quintana was our home....sounds so simple to say that word...home, but my-o-my how "loaded" a word. Quintana was our home, our haven, our magic carpet, our savior in bad weather, the "entity" which brought us to places that were beautiful...magical.....it, after our adventures, brought us back to our roots when we needed it. It was so many things to us, and I will miss her. I wish her well in Newfoundland. I wish her new owners all the best.
Bon Voyage Quintana.
picture: Boat launched, new decks, and sails installed. Ready to make the trip to Cape Breton.




