My workbench

My workbench

Sunday, September 26, 2010


So I'm not going to Amsterdam...At least, not today. It is pouring rain outside in Zagreb, and I am warm and dry in Katarina's apartment. Tomorrow will hopefully be mildly better, and aside from some friends whom I should visit, I don't have any pressing hurry to make it to Holland.

Besides, it's cozy here. Well, aside from the rain.

Friday, September 24, 2010


Why Croatia you might ask? Good question. There is this little issue of Visas...and, well, I don't want to risk anything. Croatia has a separate visa system, so I skipped down here for a few days to relax, chill, and let my visa carry over enough that I have time to enjoy without having to worry about breaking any laws. I will be here for two or three days, and then heading back up to Amsterdam to hang out with Casa folks. After that, Frankfurt, and back with family! YAY!!!

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Final day

This is the final day of racing. There is currently a four-way tie for first place, so whomever takes it today takes the entire regatta. Regardless of the outcome, I have had a lot of fun, and wouldn't have changed most anything. It is also Yom Kippur, and while I am not heading to temple, I am fasting. Last night, when I mentioned this at the team dinner, my team was absolutely incredulous- I have developed quite the reputation as the garbage disposal at the end of the table, scoffing down twice as much food as anyone.

After this, I head back to Slovenia. A train to Venitmiglia, then from there to Milan, to Mestre, to Trieste. A tram, to a walk, to Sezana, a train to Ljubljana, to be picked up by Polona.

I'll spend a few days in Slovenia with my friends, and then head back towards A'dam. A few days at Casa (not the week+ I had planned), and I will quick-hitch down to Frankfurt. An overnight in Frankfurt-am-Main, and on the 4th of October I will board a flight back to NYC. It all seems so close now...

Saturday, September 18, 2010

we won

the title prettymuch says it all. By 1 minute 48 seconds...damn close!

Tomorrow off to see Polona. Happy Bday to Steve, I'll call later I promise!

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Regatta 2: Race one

Well we pulled third. Personally, I think that is great, considering the bad luck (wind shifts) and monumental screw-ups which occured. The stern (my section) was far from perfect, but we did well- today was mostly a case of the brain not connecting with the heart, or in this case, the skipper trying to micromanage everything without focusing on driving.

Well, aside from the finish, I had a blast. I don't really care about the outcome, I am having fun either way.

Oh, and I had to turn down the Kelpie for a transit race to Cannes. As soon as we finish the prize ceremony, I am heading back to Slovenia, to hang out with Polona.

and I need to fix my backspace key, which is a pain in the butt.

Monday, September 13, 2010

We win!

We won our first regatta in Imperia. Today we sailed through a storm to reach Nice, where we met up with the new crew (the Dix family) and are preparing to begin practicing. We will be racing again on Thursday, ending on the 19th. After that...I am supposed to head to A'dam, via Lyon. I've received word that I am welcome back in Ljubljana, a very tempting offer...Right now I am undecided. It violates a major rule of travel, but I've never really been a stickler for rules. We shall see...

Friday, September 10, 2010

Second Race

We came in second. A lot of mistakes were made, some serious, others insignificant. More importantly, we all had a lot of fun. I lost my balance and fell, slamming my back on the tiller- that hurt, but it was high enough up on my back not to be trouble. Nearly got brained by the boom, but ducked at the last minute. I love my job, running the stern team; I'm not so sure that my stern team enjoys it quite as much. It's great to be doing something physical and have a sure place to sleep at the same time, so I am able to really push myself hard. Still, I don't want to go too far- there is no point in my busting my ass when others seem to be dragging their feet. I have been receiving compliments from my teammates on how hard I am working, which is really great. Although they cannot hear the skipper from the tiller to the bow, my grunts, shouts, and curses can be heard clear from the fantail to the bowsprit.

It's a good time to be me.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

First Race

So, it got canned. The weather was too rough, some boats claimed to get damaged, whatever happened nobody knows. The point is, the fact that we WON because we had the BALLS to sail through a STORM and persevere was lost due to some wimpy locals crying. But we played hard, and it paid off. I'm sored, tired, worn out, but happy. This has been an incredible experience. I lead the Aft crew, which means I get to yell at two, sometimes three people. But the good thing is I have a lot of fun. It's an incredible experience.

Also, I was given an offer to come sail on a boat based in Erie, PA. it's something which I could consider, if only to get a bit more experience. I really do dig sailing, though it is just another ting to get in the way of my travels. Who knows, it could be a cool way to travel, and with a bit of experience I could hop around different boats and really get somewhere.

...Just another feather in my cap...

On a separate note, I got to see everyone at the Kastin's for Rosh Hashanah Dinner! That was pretty awesome, and sweet timing. I was planning on being asleep by now, but I am very glad that i was not. I think Mom was crying. it is great to be able to communicate, if even only by webcam adn whatnot. I love my family so very much.