Sterna returns home

Sterna returns home

16th of January, 17:00 hours. Sterna returns home.

The first adventurous atlantic voyage up and down the Carribeans has been completed, and the faces of the crew and voyagers reflect the tiredness and satisfaction of the finished task. The gas station of Port Vell is the place for hugs of family and friends, and for the emotions of a first great journey for some, a proyect coming true for others. The first steps in the earth after a wintery Atlantic feel solid and real. The night watches and waves sweeping over deck are left behind. Bit by bit, the memories of the shared moments are being given a place. Right now, it is time to rest, and to prepare for what will come. Sterna has returned home. The first great phase has been surpassed.

Sterna barco

The departure from Santa Lucía proceeded pleasant and summer-ish. Dressed in a typical Carribean style, short pants and a t-shirt, ready to head north, and the flying fish turning up every morning at the same hour. As days passed by, the winter made an entrance. The storm that troubled the thermometre of several cities of the United States dragged the tail to the ears of the Sterna crew. The sea raised six to eight metres, rocking the boat, and the winds of nearly forty knots filled its sails. The boat responded well. Two curls in the twenty something and more of wind knots coming up. From his ‘apartment’ in the windward Banter, Albert enjoyed the way the boat was behaving. We have a good boat, he thought, while the team, one by one, would make a visit in their improvised units.

Sterna viatge

On the 8th of January, Sterna arrived at Horta. It was the first boat of the year to pass by these coasts. Obliged visit to Peter’s bar and ritual painting in the dock port. The green of the Azores merged with the grey sky, just like the promise of the fjords, which were yet to be visited. Horta was left behind, with the intention to return before the year would finish, to also be the last boat that it saw out before 2014 would come to its end.

And after more waves, and more days and nights at sea. More shared experiences. And in the cape of Saint Vincent, the same that Sterna crossed six months before, while coming from England, when it was not yet celebrating its new name, and when it did not yet know what would be its new home. And the Meditteranean that greeted it like it was an old familiar. And the strait that saw it pass for the third time, in those scarce months that were just beginning to become great. And the last jibe towards Ibiza, its earth, its land in sight.

16th of January, 17:00 hours. Sterna returns home.

Javier Argüello, writer and part of Sterna crew.