Sailing – a metaphor for life
The time is five thirty on the morning of August 1st. I am leaving our home in Cantabria to travel to Esbjerg in Denmark, from where, with my brother, I will help sail his yacht across the North Sea to Kent in the South of England. The getting there will take two aircraft, two trains and will last all day. The journey is most agreeable. Unexpectedly befriended a Turkish guy and shared a Thai lunch in Copenhagen Central train station. I finally arrive at about 8:30 pm. My brother is on the boat and has prepared a Malay curry with such things as chicken, pineapple, coconut and spinach ─ our…