It’s Tuesday afternoon. We’ve been at sea for 11 days and we’re still 160 miles from the islands. After a perfect night of east wind and the same for most of the morning we’re suddenly experiencing wind shifts that take away our speed and our direct course. We have to constantly adjust the sails to keep moving against the wind and seas that are now on our nose, now on our port bow, then back on the nose again. For a while we ran one engine trying to keep the speed up but slamming bow first into these waves is tiring. Eventually we shut it down and accepted the fact that we will not make port on Wednesday as we hoped. But that’s ok. Once we stopped futzing with the boat we’re enjoying another beautiful day at sea in good, but chilly, weather, doing our usual afternoon samba of following the shade around the cockpit and dozing on and off.