Home is Where the Ship is

After five weeks away and 90 hours of travel, The Litzows are back onboard Galactic in Puerto Williams.

Home is wherever the Mothership is.

And that's where we are now. Back on Galactic in Puerto Williams with our 200 (?) kilos of food and baggage after five weeks away and 90 hours of travel, door to door, to get back.

We retraced a part of our route on Galactic on board the ferry Yaghan. The trip was great, though being on a boat is a little dull if you're not actually running the show. And, since you don't want to hear about the good stuff, I'll just mention the down spots. Like, 1: when we piled our two taxi-loads of baggage and groceries at the top of the loading ramp for the ferry in Punta Arenas, and then watched an extra-big wave sweep ten meters higher than the previous high point to soak our stuff, and 2: when the TVs that were on in every room on the ferry were showing non-kid movies (Avatar, some Leonardo DiCaprio thriller) until arrival time at Puerto Williams last night (that would be until 11:30 PM). All the other passengers gave every indication of being completely screen-saturated in their lives, and paid no attention, but our little media innocents were completely shell shocked by it all. In English, I could get the damn movies turned off. In Spanish...I guess I'm less assertive.

So, a quick shout-out to all of our family, to thank you for a wonderful visit.

And, a closing note on how great it is to be back on Galactic, particularly in this place. In addition to being home again, we're back amongst our tribe. We don't have to explain anything to anyone here about the hows and whys of the way we live. They just get it, because they're doing it themselves. And, as is the case with the best sort of yachtie, the other sailors here all seem to have big stupid grins plastered on their faces.

How could you not?

When we left Alaska to sail to Australia with our toddler for crew, we thought it was a once-in-a-lifetime thing. But then we had our second child, and bought our second boat, and sailed across the Pacific a second time. We've been living aboard for seven years now. Sometimes we wonder how long we'll keep at it, but all we know for sure is that the end doesn't seem to be in sight just yet. Click here to read more from the Twice in a Lifetime blog.

Yacht Club Micalvi, Puerto WilliamsMike Litzow
He'd never seen snow before...and spring breakup was a revelation, too.Mike Litzow
We slept one night on the redeye to Santiago, one night in the hotel in Punta Arenas, and two nights on the ferry to Puerto Williams.Mike Litzow
Night one.Mike Litzow
Being able to cook in the hotel was crucial. Thanks for the tip, Anasazai Girl.Mike Litzow
The ferry was great, though the trays didn't make the comparisons with prison food any less obvious.Mike Litzow
Bedtime story on the ferry Yaghan.Mike Litzow
The 200(?) kilos of stuff, on arrival in Puerto Williams. No idea how we'll get it all to the boat, and there are no taxis in town. If you can't just grin and wait to see what happens in a situation like that, you're a tourist and not a traveler.Mike Litzow
The Yaghan unloads in Puerto Williams.Mike Litzow