an old acquaintance, and a pontoon too small for coincidence
Sant Antoni de PortmanyA calm, unremarkable afternoon hop brought us into Sant Antoni in broad daylight, a welcome change after the long, dark, weakening-wind crossing to Cala Portinatx the night before. We were barely made fast to the pontoon before Melusina One pulled in behind us and rafted up practically on top of our own stern cleat. The only Luxembourg-flagged boat this crew has ever met, twice now, the second time by nothing but sheer bad odds.
I do not believe in coincidence, professionally speaking. A spirit who has spent centuries reading currents and crossings learns that the sea is smaller than it looks and considerably more repetitive than sailors like to admit. Boats on similar routes, at similar speeds, chasing similar weather windows, tend to keep bumping into one another whether either crew intends it or not. That is not fate. That is just how currents and calendars work.
Still, I will allow that it was a pleasant surprise, and that Vicky and Laurent are good company for a crew that has been mostly talking to itself and one moody helmsman for the past several days. The marinero here, a fellow named Leo, deserves a mention too, for getting everyone sorted without incident, though this time in broad daylight rather than by torchlight. Sant Antoni itself I will reserve judgment on. A town built entirely around the young and the loud is not my usual haunt, but then again, neither was any port until someone built one there.







