Bacalao and Evert Taube songs

Light winds and a bright sunny day in San Sebastian. Errands and boat-work occupy the morning hours.Ørnulf is able to order a new diesel filter "glass cup" from Tenerife. It will come tomorrow. (Tomorrow in Spanish is "mañana"!) My broken glasses had to get "re-framed". I feel pretty framed myself, having to pay almost 3000 euro for their cheapest offer. Ouch.
Our wall-to-wall living-room carpet got a wash today. Ørnulf took pity on it. And I have a new sewing project: a rope along the edge of the sprayhood. Along the rope there will be handles to grab, when the boat bounces and lunges out at sea. There can never be too many handles.

So, at 5pm, we all meet up, "Lille Blå", and "Babette", for a teary goodby and lots of waving to "Blue Marlin". We hope to see them in the Caribbean before they turn left into the Panama Canal. And now they disappear behind the pier wall.

But no time to weep. Except over the onions. We´ve invited "Christina" (Swe) to a Bacalao dinner on "Babette" at 7pm. At 6pm there´s a ham-radio meeting for the boats on their way to Cape Verde Islands. Jan from "Christina" will also be broadcasting. Oernulf fiddles with the radio-reciever we have: beep- buzzz- boop-boop. Then a certain southern Swedish twang, must be Jan. Meanwhile I´ve got a whole collection of little bowls filled with the chopped onion, garlic, leek, lemon, lime, potatos, tomatoes ready to sauté, just add the now wet dried-cod. By the time it´s bubbling away the sky is black,the lanterns lit, A big cod stew, a dark Spanish wine, and good sailing- buddies on the eve before their launch into the Atlantic, heading towards the Cape Verdes.
We get out the guitar and flute and the Evert Taube songbook. And soon Taube songs are floating out over the dark waters.