After weeks of unending strong trade winds we finally caught a break; the wind eased to more kindly 10 to 15 knots with seas dropping back into the 4 to 6 foot range. We’d be able to make a quick run up to Martinique to squeeze in a second country for our new guests. To help our non-sailing friends acclimate a bit, we spent a night at anchor out in the harbor; this little step often helps new guests settle in, breathe a bit easier.
Nonetheless, the 4 to 6 footers were a bit too much for Brenda, and the sail to Le Marin was more than she needed. She battled seasickness all the way; shame on me, I forgot to ask if anyone had a tendency towards motion sickness. Sometimes, you never know until you’ve been there.
Almost as soon as we entered the harbor and sailed into calm water, Brenda perked right back up, and I had to apologize for my lack of foresight. We’d not make the same mistake for the trip back to St. Lucia. After a jaunt ashore to clear in, make arrangements for a rental car, and just wander a bit, we dinghied back to the big boat for a splendid first night in Martinique.