I looked down at my hands today and in them I saw a tattered surface that is now cut, bruised, rope burned and covered in calluses. I can't help but to feel like we have truly earned every inch of these past 5,000 nautical miles. As we all say good bye to the Caribbean in our own quiet way it becomes clear to me that the sea is much more than my mistress but my reason for being and my life force that ignites my spirt everyday I am near her. This once unfamiliar element is now something I yearn for when we are tied safely in a harbors refuge. It's out here on this endless rolling horizon that I feel rooted to the most natural form of my being. On every journey there are infinite possibilities and paths that beckon you. We have been drawn into the hunt for mystic places like the Amazon, Patagonia, Cape horn, Antarctica etc. We look for those extraordinary places on this planet to stand in and to connect with. The time is now and we must go see for ourselves in hopes of coming back with a few tales for the nephews…So our bow points down a path that holds an unwilling future full of many obstacles but a chance to be apart of the lifestyles and landscapes of South America. Let’s tango.