High wind halts progress.

 Anchored off the Northeast shores of Sardegna.  Eric's decision to remain here for a day or two has us all involved in behaviors we have avoided for the past 5-6 days.  I'm updating the Blog and napping as if it were an Olympic sport.  Anna got out her paints and studied the blues of the wine dark sea.  Martha studied navigation, and Eric looked for the wind to abate; both took naps.  We enjoyed a leftover cauliflower and veggie soup for lunch.

The Sardegnan police arrived after dark with questions about our plans.  Apparently we have anchored just off the shores occupied by a deluxe hotel, golf course and what not.  Anna used the moment as a chance to break out her beloved Italian and soon they sped off in their formidable craft with pontoons, spotlights and, I'd guess, a machine gun rack. I chose to remain below.