Day four of the race, and Easter day.
While stuck in a wind hole, Laura and I decided to make a semblant of normality on board, and the morning and afternoon watches each had their chocolate egg hunt on deck - which slightly affected the focus during the watch change gybe planning. Hiding eggs on deck has another taste to a garden. In the garden, you assume the chocolates can be left unfound and will ultimately be discovered. On the boat, the staysail might be lifted, and the egg sent for the fishes, the egg being smashed by a running line if left by the jammers, hit by a flying line if not in a sheltered environment... But everything went smoothly, and the crew was happy to have a chocolate feast, as we were not the only ones to plan for Easter and chocolates kept coming in, from Peter, and even from Simone.
Other than that, I am slowly adjusting to life on board, it always takes a few days, usually after the full night sleep post parent shift, to adjust. I see adjusting as not thinking so much about land life, about the plans you've made once you're back, about your family gathering to celebrate Easter or your friends preparing for the wonderful spring in Lisbon/hoping for the rain to stop in Northern France. But these are thoughts from the past, for the next 20 or so days, I will limit my thinking to the coming watch, or maybe the following one if I'm in a distant future mindset. This has the advantage of preventing me from being anxious from the upcoming cold, expected to hit us north of the coast of Japan, probably by Thursday, or so I've been told by our navigator Mac, who is one of the few still trying to think ahead. This is now erased from my mind, will be a concern for the Pacific me.
I hope life on land also has a short lifespan, as it is very relaxing to think no further than ten hours.
By now it's already the 1st of April though, time to think about who will be the fool - happy days on Punta.
Cleo
PS: Maman, j'ai bien sur prepare des petits papiers a mettre sur la table pour Paques, vive la vie!