Sixty days. Things are shifting. Learning to let go of control and quite literally, going with the tide. The weather is boss, followed by the boat. I’m not sure that we even fall into third place in that contest. Convenience is rare and precious and we have a different definition of it than we did two months ago. Convenience is now a grocery store or market within a three kilometre walk. It’s diesel and propane that can be carried without commuting in a dinghy while getting soaking wet. It’s incredibly considerate friends and strangers offering to help, to shuttle you somewhere, or pick up/give you something that you may need, even if it’s just directions or advice. It’s a hot shower, half decent wifi, fresh water and food, not all necessarily in one day. I’m amazed at how trepidation keeps appearing but how quickly it fades. How sixty days can make such a difference mentally and physically. How adaptive we’ve become and how much more there is to learn. Sixty days seems like we’ve been doing this forever but we haven’t even scratched the surface of what’s yet to come.