BRAZIL

Sailboat technically ready to "go to fight."
The whole family on board, clothes closets and express little emotion in the
finally find the Caribbean!
And, believe me, was not about time. ..

Since the exit of Porto Alegre in December 2002, all this time had
consumed a year and a half.
First, the Brazilian coast that was reached slowly, as
learning and adaptation.
And that adaptation!
It was so complicated that resulted in the return of the entire family, by bus!,
least the Captain, in Curitiba.
Live before the board and had our house, though no furniture,
to the host.
To accommodate, more exactly to me, that blew. The children took
this time and were on shore
me, but so circumstantial.
This happened in Ilha Grande, Angra dos Reis.
It was a real riot!
But the message was clear it was difficult, then impossible to
accept the little space, lack of privacy, lack of comfort, the
heat, the sickness to each output, the fights. Finally, very difficult to make the sea
our jardim.Tudo it was more for you that golden dream nightmare.
How aggravating, money (ah! The money ...) for our "works" were
very few resources. Well administered, would to survive until the end
the Brazilian coast and out with a reserve that could be considered well
a joke.
The whole family knew it but it seems that we forget to communicate to our
the sixth element: the boat.
Not a day that something was not required to be repaired "emergency".

Many new rotor pump engine (up to find out that there was
a multitude of pieces in the old pipe ... ), Clogging the basement (
refizeram the electrical and left the pieces of yarn right there,
know ...), the basement of the pump (and the automated booking spoiled,
blocked), the ratchet jammed the Dingue totally miserable, the engine
Dingue of control without destroying itself, by the age. The coat hanger
need to be replaced.
And worst of all: a painting of the hull began to "fall."
Originally painted and having been in fresh water, when was the Luiza
sea and was the paint proved to be ineffective.
Desire to "punch" to paint, who painted, who bought the paint. Will of
bring back for re ...
Many "horrific" and censored wishes! But it was also a learning: There is no blame in this life at sea. " Had more were our inexperience and the desire to unburden.
... So, counting money, material provided, was right there in the water
we had to act.
With spatula and removers until you reach the "Primm" were preventing pollution
that bottom water so beautiful in front of the Restaurant Lele ...
Relay, same effort. Some more than others in that fight in the heat and
in no hurry before leaving the sides exposed.
Comic scene and there were bets (we learned later) if we can.
Sure boats around that time heard some screaming ... that
stress!
Were 35 days and the last to culminate in riot already spoken.
(But the side had its full Luiza repeated and beautifully painted. Who
bet against it, lost.)

And also lost the "patrons" of the Luiza Paes, who saw a
hours at another, without the fresh homemade roll.
Stewardship total: free in the cockpit of each boat, warm, between 6 and 7 o'clock in the morning.
     Each day a crew member on other sales in rowing! (Ai motorzinho the time just was!)
  With the mass in hand, our daughter Debora, then 19 years, the owner of
revenue.
Behind the scenes, making rotation of all shifts for roasting, two in 
two breads, given the size of the furnace stove two mouths. Twenty minutes each: it is easy to imagine how many nights 
we lost to deliver 30 previously breads ordered ...
And kidding: the "customers" were not communicated to the bakery closed
ultimately, given the riot!
But when we had the idea that it would be a way to
money, ah! they were demanded. One by one, with the right taste and the proof
everything!
Finally, it also was closed ...
The oven worked long and now could
relax ....

Were required, without plan, 390 days for the entire crew of
Luiza is finding and
  that story together, the first 5 months, were digested
individually.
Re-thought. Is assumed.
Each of us was realizing that in a boat for a family living in a boat, which has to separate the emotion from reason. Then mix everything. 
Must see the father as the Captain when he is acting as a Captain. 
Must  see the father as father, and discover for themselves the time necessary.
Has to be Captain, crew, husband, wife and children, so light and mood.
Have see that the boat, like a leech but of money, doing what ....
And that has come together, as ever, the time to raise a sail whose cart
malfunction and the turnstile does not work.
And how much turn an eye open because there is no autopilot.
And pall, which soon passes.
And change on the night you take the wind that "Today this as
books describe. "
And look, the bottom of the wardrobe, on top of the stove "the last" cookie
sweet, with the boat all OSSIER.
And go with a smile on the face screwdriver, one tool or another,
once and again.
And to clean the famous cofee that was in the cup and landed right where we sit,
in the cockpit.
And to keep the dog "near here" for not being sucked by the edges.
And get the candles that the wind has changed again, ah! Now over!
And chance to read a book, now that our illness is better.
And do and check the route, carefully, when I would be
sleeping.
And stay tuned. And talk. And remember. And laugh.
And then the sea begins to be rather the backyard of our house.
 
Luiza and its master in no time gave up the dream.

Guilherme, the oldest son, was the first to return to the boat.
Out of Guaratuba - PR with the father, on February 2, 2004.
Both made the Brazilian coast, no automatic pilot or rudder of wind.

Carlos Henrique, the youngest, then aged 18, has moved at least, to 
Luiza, in Fortaleza - CE.

Another crew to stay in watch. Another for
drag sail.

Debora and I boarded in Venezuela, in June of that year.
I had a whim to dinner waiting for the table.
And also a whole new routine: living on board.
                    Absolutely all aware, and willing to roll up sleeves. So would have to wait the end of the season of hurricanes.
  Patience: it would be on  Chavez`s country.