Hola, Culebra

I’m swaying side to side on the deck trying hard not to lose my balance and as a consequence lose sight of the island. I don’t want to miss a thing on this trip. A splash of saltwater hits my face and I don't even wipe it off. I’m thirsty, tired and elated. The turquoise shades of Ensenada Dákity are visible now and I decide to sit on the bow of the sailboat to get the full view. Culebra is only four hours away by sail and minutes away by plane from Fajardo. Still, I’m suddenly very far from home. Life seems lighter, saltier and sunnier here. Detached from the busy world, I am now nursed by mother nature. I feel smaller in a good way and surrounded by the vastness of this island. 

One place can easily become a universe and so is the case with Dákity, one of the many coves that surround Ensenada Honda and certainly the most popular amongst sailors. The cove is alive with people dancing in their boats, swimming in the almost fluorescent clear waters and moving around in dinghies. A couple waves at us as we enter the cove, and I realize I’m not tired anymore. 

Dozens of sailboats circle us and we take our time deciding where to spend the night. Next to the motorboat with reggaeton music blasting from the speakers or by the ocean cruisers of fifty-somethings relaxing in their cockpits with a book? We want to swim to some beats, so we look for a perfect middle way and we find it. Now anchored securely and with my bathing suit on, I jump carelessly and almost desperately into the water. I'm now submerged in heaven. João Gilberto plays in the background. I look up to the sky and smile. Ahhh, hola Culebra. This is my paradise.