And her second, third and fourth. But we came to Bonaire so she could get her first, so let’s talk about that one.
Sally and I were supposed to be spending this week on a more traditional Wedding Anniversary vacation (something not centered around windsurfing) and we’d spent the better part of a year planning said vacation at a suitably fancy location.. One week before our departure, my wife grabs her superhero windsurfing outfit (in which she is Surfergirl777) from the closet and proclaims “Let’s skip the carefully planned fancy vacation. I want to go to Bonaire and hit my first jibe!”
She really knows how to twist my arm. Seven days later we were on the water in Bonaire.
My bride got bit with the jibing thing back in September, and the ABK clinic that month really got her going. But Long Island conditions since have rarely been suitable since (too much wind or not enough) and then drysuit season broke out…not her thing. Hence Bonaire.
Sunday was warm-up day (we arrived on the red-eye from Newark, and were not our best.) But out on the water Monday Sally was looking good. It seemed like it might happen. And then it did! Planing on starboard she carved into the jibe, flipped the sail and switched her feet…and then sailed away with a big beautiful grin on. What did it feel like?
“You know that tingling you get when you hear a great piece of music or try on a great pair of shoes? I felt like that all the way back crossing the bay.”
With her groove on, Sally hit her second jibe. Then her third and fourth.
If I remember correctly, it was about a month between my first and second jibes.
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