The run home delivered us our best sail of the week. Broad-reaching all the way, with 20 knots in our sails, we consistently hit speeds over 10 knots. In fact, it was Caroline, our neophyte sailor, at the helm the first time we broke the 10-knot barrier — a loud moment aboard El Golfet, with all the cheering coming from the flybridge. We were initially frustrated by the self-tacking headsail, which collapsed behind the main as we sailed these deep angles. But as soon as Hans rigged a barberhauler from the jib’s clew to the outboard midship cleat, the jib filled perfectly, and we tracked like a locomotive on rails. All afternoon, nothing but sweet sailing, even through one reef-worthy squall, bought us back to Puerto del Rey.
And then, too abruptly, we were back to text messages and emails and phone calls — all the big and little stresses of home.