And so the real adventure began: After a refreshing night of hotel sleep, we packed up our bags again and headed to Marina Kastela, where all the Yacht Week boats were docked together.
While our yacht was being cleaned, we went to the nearby supermarket to stock up on provisions for the week: Yacht life necessities include everything from toilet paper to vodka to Febreeze. We may have gotten a tad overambitious about the amount of food and beverage we’d be able to consume in a week on a boat.
Yeah, just a tad.
The heat was unbearable and we grew antsy sitting in our own sweat for hours. Guess there is such thing as being too early to the party. We drank warm lemon beer while sitting on the sidewalk and tried to shade our eggs, deli meats, and perishables from the sun as the afternoon wore on. Two lifetimes and many boats left the marina before we were allowed to start loading our gear onto our yacht: the Sajoma.
But finally, it was ready. We squeezed our bags, our overabundance of water, and our assortment of edible supplies into all of the hidden crevices of the Sajoma before untying ourselves from the dock. We pulled away from the marina as the sun dipped low, casting a rosy, ethereal glow over us, our yacht, and our sea.
And yes - in that moment, it felt like it was just ours. All ours. It was magical.
The freshest faces you’ll see all week.
Vera and I debuting our Yacht Week uniform: bathing suits and cover ups all day long.
At night, we docked at Vis for the Yacht Week opening party. Our second yacht of friends finally arrived and we toasted to the good times ahead.
And what good times they’d be…