After we sailed halfway around the world from Vancouver, British Columbia, our arrival
in Madagascar was a revelation. In most places we’ve traveled, the fact that my husband,
Evan, and I sailed there, from so far away, on our own 40-foot Meander catamaran,
with a kid and a cat, has earned puzzled laughter and questions about pirates, storms
and kitty litter. But in Madagascar, international sailboats are taken in stride — of course we’d
sailed Ceilydh there. Why would we travel any other way?