Indian Summer

What began like misty, no soul in sight, lazy morning has turned in to one of the definitions of Indian summer days. Here in our base of operations with sun far above and with 18 knots + of maestral blowing it was hard to comprehend that it is November. Teams that were out sailing came back grinning without exception. They could not hide their happiness. Others that were still preparing the boats, of course, were a bit envious of the first ones. All the teams gathered in the evening to talk about tomorrows plans and is there a better way to end up such a nice day with a fine glass of local wine & specialities, carefully prepared from under the hands of our old friend Mateo and his team?