Who knows what fate in store for us? How could i imagine in that cold winter morning, while I was seeing the snowflakes falling through the windows of my studio in Languedoc that only a few weeks later I would be arriving to the sunny Caribbean.

I will not try to reproduce here all the complex events that gave to me the chance to begining this new adventure, an inheritance from a distant relative, a business oportunity in the new world... sometimes there are an inner force that moves you to jump to the inexplored althoug you know the hazardous of the new way that you start.

The Atlantic voyage was not too bad. We was lucky with the weather and thanks to the Captain skills our crossing was a monotonous but nice experience, relieved by the portions of the evening playing cards and telling histories on the poop deck.

After six sailing weeks we arrive to Dominica where I had to spend a few days organizing my travel to Guadalupe. From there, I could rent a boat to reach my new posessions in the little Island of La Dsirade, my new home in the New World.

(...to be continued)