Alisa and the boys arrived two days ago. I found my life partner a bit worse for wear when I met her at the airport. The process of re-checking all her bags in Sydney seemed to have taken a particularly large toll - there was her, and the four huge duffels, and the four carry-ons, and the two car seats, and the stroller, and the two boys, all to be gotten from the curb where the cab dropped her to the check-in area inside the terminal. All this with nary a baggage cart in sight, and a security guy warning her that she couldn't leave anything unattended while ferrying the load inside. And, well, there was more. When I met her at the international arrivals lounge in SFO she seemed to need to tell me every detail before she could accept a welcoming hug.
Elias started working on the boat immediately.
So when we got to the marina I showed the boat to Alisa and Elias for the very first time. Alisa has been threatening to write up a blog post about her initial impressions, so I won't steal her thunder here. I'll just say that the act of showing her the boat that we had agreed to buy before she even saw it was a very very special moment, long anticipated. And like many long-anticipated moments it was just as powerful as I expected, and then quickly gone. I made lunch, and we began to settle into the routine of our new life on this new boat.
Eric is nine months old - the same age Elias was when we moved on board Pelagic.
More soon, on both the details of our new ride and our immediate plans.