Waving Goodbye to England

We are sailing! As we plow through the water at 18 knots our home sways back and forth, back and forth. As a swift elevator seems to pull you down as it accelerates upwards only to let you float slightly as it the top of your assent before the doors open, so does the chair that I am now sitting. Twelve hours into it, I am beginning to get used to it. Earlier I was a little tired from it and laid down in my bed to take a brief siesta. I was surprised to find that even my bed sways to the rhythm of the waves. It makes complete sense, but I am just used to my bed being a place where everything stops when I turn out the lights, crawl under the soft covers, and sink my head into the pillow. When we walk in groups down the halls, we move to the left and right in unison like a school of fish. It is quite comical.
I waved goodbye to the coast of England today as we sailed out into the open waters.. Tomorrow we arrive in Rotterdam in the Netherlands. I will be close to the province of Zeeland, the motherland! I look forward to walking the streets. I expect the culture to be foreign, yet familiar. Krijin tells me that there are lots of tulips there.

I am well. I am tired on the inside, but have been able to have some good conversations with friends here, and will receive my day off tomorrow as a gift. Goodnight.