Life at Sea Part 8: Land
Six months after departing, Bremerhaven is on the horizon. I know the sights I’ll see: the mall designed to look like Venice, the lock meant to keep the tides out of the shipyard, the dilapidated, antique ship on rollers, the Ikea. It is the first and only time I have returned to the land of a previous port—the ship’s home, but not mine. I thought, or maybe hoped, for a sense of loss when departing the ship that has been my life for half a year, but all I feel is relief. I don’t have to be seasick; I don’t have to be crammed into tight hallways with incessant teens; I don’t have to live a day on repeat. I am telling all the students to remember the good times because they may never get this experience again, but I can’t completely do the same. I am ready to return to shore. The memories, good and bad, are there but so is a deep exhaustion. Literature makes it seem nothing but romantic, but it is a challenging life. The sea shines, and it will be there when I am ready to return, but for now, I am reminded why our ancestors walked up out of the ocean. Thanks lungfish. I am grateful for the experience, the memories, and all else I gained. This is a milestone for the ages, but I prefer imperial miles to nautical on this day.
Some highlights:
Puking on the stairs to the main deck during our first storm
Swimming off the coast of Spain and seeing dolphins and whales
Lying in the bowsprit
Seeing thousands of flying fish flitting over the surf
Surfing on a black sand beach in Tenerife
Christmas dinner on the ship
New Year’s Eve fireworks off the ship
Night on the river in Suriname
Climbing the mast
Crepes in Cabo Verde
Eating pizza off an ironing board in Barbados
Pastel de Nata in Porto
Helming during the storm
Building an intricate signpost in the Dominican Republic
Swimming through a waterfall during a storm in Dominica
Sitting with an elderly woman in Cuba, hearing her story
Climbing to the very top of the main mast
Drifting past Florida in a serious current
All the white roofs in Bermuda
Playing community water polo in Horta
Wondering the streets of The Hague
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