After rounding Punta Este on Vieques, we unfurled the jib, secured the main engine, and sailed on a close reach at 7 knots, efficiently crossing the Sonda de Vieques to Culebra. The sail was spirited; most students remained in the cockpit, while a few brave individuals ventured into the main saloon, enjoying the sensation of sailing at a heel. Before long, we arrived in Culebra, furling the jib and motor-sailing through the narrow passage in the reef to enter the protected waters of Ensenada Honda.
We proceeded to the head of the bay and anchored off the small town of Dewey. The crew went ashore and hiked across the island to Flamenco Beach, where they admired the picturesque beach, lauded in our guidebook as one of the world's top ten most beautiful beaches, and frolicked in the surf. They returned to the boat sandy and tired, just in time to witness another stunning sunset. Caroline prepared pulled pork sandwiches with a pear, pecan, and goat cheese salad, accompanied by her grandmother's pan-fried potatoes. We dined in the cockpit, enjoying a cooling breeze under the full moon.
The following morning was hot and still in the sheltered anchorage at the head of Ensenada Honda. We got underway during chores and motored out of the bay, with Presley preparing blueberry and chocolate chip pancakes in the galley as we went. The crew enjoyed the pancakes in the cockpit as we rounded the east end of Culebra to anchor off Culebrita. We anchored on deep sand, with a spectacular reef a short swim off the starboard quarter. As soon as breakfast cleanup was finished, we all jumped into the water and snorkeled to the reef. We observed an impressive diversity of fish and coral. Mr. Brown and Allie encountered a manatee, and Bird spotted a spotted eagle ray. Eventually, we made our way to the beach where the crew relaxed in the shallows and beachcombed for shells and sea glass.
Back on the boat, we took a break from the sun and sat down to a lunch of leftovers with a fresh salad. Re-energized, we returned to shore to explore the island. We hiked up to enjoy the stunning views from the old Spanish lighthouse at the island's summit, then trekked to the other east side of the island to swim at Treasure Beach. Returning to the boat, we raised the anchor, set the jib, and got underway, bound for a more sheltered bay for the night.
We are currently settled for the evening in Puerto del Manglar. Presley, Caroline, and Maddie are in the galley baking brookies to celebrate Bird's birthday, while the rest of the crew is exploring the mangrove lagoon at the head of the bay with Mr. Brown in the dinghy. Presley is indecisive about dinner – but I think she is leaning towards cooking mac and cheese, hot dogs, and roasted vegetables. It has been a long day, and everyone is tired in a giggly, out-of-control way. I anticipate an early evening tonight