More sailing

Sunday -- same boat, same skipper, same place, new, younger crew. This time lasagna instead of fettuccini, more wine consumed. These guys kept talking about girls, the woman kept rolling her eyes (more precisely, shrugging): un marinaio è sempre un marinaio... One of the guys spend a few months in the US and had an American girlfriend, so, unfortunately, he felt he was an expert on all things American. But this time we had pleasant wind and actually did some sailing after lunch.