We were invited for a lovely pasta dinner on an Italian boat here in the bay last night. We are docked just fifty meters away in the marina, but what a difference it makes being out there in the bay. No sound from your neighbors boats, no creaking from the dock lines, no uncomfortable movement when a swell rides through. And that uninterrupted sight of the city lights without hundreds of masts shading the view. How we miss being on anchor, untied and swinging free with the wind. But I've learned in life that longing and dreaming of something is just a good thing, it makes the experience all that much stronger once you reach your goal.