The second or third day while anchored at Isleta, this beautiful motor-sailor, owned by a young couple, puttered in and dropped the hook near us. We didn’t have a chance to meet them, but we stared in fascination and awe at their beautiful, older vessel. I didn’t recognize the particular sound of the engine, but could tell that it was an older, very slow turning motor appropriate to the age of this yacht. As you can see, the yacht was immaculate in every respect, and the owners clearly showed great pride in their vessel and its heritage. It appeared to be steel-hulled, somewhere around 80 feet long, and home for this couple. Maintaining a yacht such as this one takes dedication and perseverance as the maintenance and repair lists can be endless. She was a beautiful yacht.
Joy and I both have no doubt that we could easily and comfortably relocate to Puerto Rico. What a home this could be for us and for Ocean Angel. Off to the south lie Venezuela, Columbia, and Panama; to the west lie Hispaniola, Cuba, the Cayman Islands, Jamaica, and all of Central America; off to the east are the Virgin Islands, the Lesser Antilles, and not very far away are Trinidad, and all of South America. Talk about living on the doorstep to the Caribbean! The thought of it is surely intoxicating. To top it all off, we would be living in a U.S. territory, close to home, with everything we need right at hand. Hmm.
Does it look like I’m enjoying Puerto Rico?
From Isleta we sailed east to Culebra, the largest of the Spanish Virgin Islands, yet another U.S. Territory. Taking Mr. Van Sant at his word, I envisioned devious winds, waves, swells, and all, so I plotted many possible stopovers along the way to Culebra. I didn’t need any of them, but I’d prepared for the worst scenario rather than assuming the best. As it turned out, we had an easy run in perfect conditions. We’d seen light northeast winds off and on for weeks on end, occasionally swinging into the east or southeast, but for the most part, wind off on our port bow allowing either light sailing or motor-sailing in reasonably flat seas. We could not have asked for more perfect conditions for this trip to the Caribbean.
We entered the harbor at Culebra as the wind veered into the southeast around 15 knots. The sky was clear for a change and visibility perfect, bringing the reefs at the entrance into stark relief. We had no worries coming into this harbor, and soon found ourselves right downtown looking for a good spot to anchor.