There has been no land in sight since Sunday. The seas South of Belfast have been mildly active. There
has been constant rolling, but nothing too bad other than one or two rough jolts. The food locker in the
Officer's Mess was more than a little messy Wednesday morning when all of the salad dressings and yougurt
spilled. I haven't heard of anything worse. The sun eluded us the whole way until it finally showed
itself on Wednesday afternoon. Thursday remains sunny as we near the Mediterranean.
The cadets and crew have settled into a busy routine of classes, work and some rest and relaxation where
they can get it. The Library has been busy in the evenings.
Everyone was looking foreward to arriving at Split, Croatia next week. That is until Wednesday
afternoon. The Captain informed us that, despite months of planning, Croatia doesn't want us. There has
been some disagreement between the U.S State Department and Croatia over our berthing rights. Captain
Smith, resourceful as usual, has been scrambling to find us another port to keep us on schedule. It looks
(about 99% certain) that we will be going to Majorca, Spain instead. This means our last two ports will
both be in Spain. At least we won't have to deal with any leftover Croatian Kunas (money) and as we will
have the Euro in both ports. I'm sure the cadets won't be disappointed with Majorca as it is a lively,
cosmopolitan island with lots of entertainment and great beaches. So as we push on toward the Strait of
Gibraltar, we have to remember that it is all about the journey, not the destination.
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