Eighteen
Themis had too deep of a draft to fit into the marina at Gouvia, the main one on Corfu, so we anchored outside in the bay. It wasn’t an easy stop for the crew—being at anchor and so far from the main town would make things harder—but fortunately the weather forecast looked good for the next week, a few days prepping for us and then through the Boyds’ visit. It could have been worse: taking the dinghy back and forth to shore with provisions or laundry was exponentially harder in the rain. Instead we looked forward to a few calm, sunny days at anchor.
When we connected to Wi-Fi in Corfu, Seb had an email waiting for him from the regatta. His application to the sailing coaching program had been denied.
“I just . . .” he started, running his hands through his hair and tugging. “I’v
