Been in France for more than a month now.  The crossing from the Canaries to Grenada will take less time.  The good news is that we are locked and loaded.  Sunday, Michelle, the French crew member arrives and Rocky departs. We may set sail Sunday night or Monday morning.  Wave hight is good but still windy - 25 knots.  We are anxious to get going.  We tested our new gennaker just to have a look see.  It is very pretty, however some the gear to use it properly was not here and is being shipped to a southern Portugal marina for pickup on the way down.

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