Tuesday at midnight I assume my watch
We are still flying spinnaker and making around 4 knots. 89 nm to go. Greg has seen numerous satellites and a shooting star, but nothing else to report. It is a comfortable night with a few clouds and a full moon. I settle in.
I was hoping to get through a night watch without having to wake Yves, but around 2 AM, while I was watching my TED lectures, the wind shifted. The spinnaker went limp and kept wrapping itself around when the wind did blow. I tried adjusting our angle, but to no avail. I had to wake Yves. We jibed (switched the spinnaker from port to starboard) and that seemed to solve the problem. I go to bed at 3 and Yves takes over.
I awake at 7:30 to the sounds of the motor. I blearily make my way over to the stairs and Greg tells me we lost the wind and are motoring for a bit. I go back to bed as they wrap up the spinnaker.
I wake a hour later and make coffee for Greg and myself. Yves is napping and Greg has just finished trimming his beard - looks good. I decide to trim my growing beard as well. Once finished, I think it looks a least a little better, but still in need of a trim. I plan on wearing it home to give the kids a laugh - and then shave it (I really don't like it!).
We tidy up the boat, sweeping and organizing. I pack my bags as I don't know when a flight home might be available (thinking Wed morning might be the realistic opportunity).
We keep looking at the horizon and Yves keeps saying he sees Flores - but we are 45 nm away.
LandHo!!!!!!!
It turns out the Yves is correct! At around 2 PM we confirm that he was seeing the mountainous cliffs of Flores rising steeply out of the water. We are still 30 nm away. The island has many clouds above and around it - it reminds me of the islands from movies such as "King Kong" and "Journey to Mysterious Island".
After putting the lines and sails away nicely, we are met by a pod of 10 or so dolphins that swim with us towards Flores. They are incredibly quick and beautiful - chocolate colored backs trimmed with a mocha color and white bellies. One keeps jumping out of the water as we motor forward - they like the bow of the boat and stay with us for at least ten minutes.
Cell service is working. It costs $1.99 a minute for roaming a text tells me. Agh, the price of technology. I leaves voice mail for my travel agent and try calling Pam but she is not home and does not answer her cell.

Retrospect:
I am amazed at the people who do this all the time (cruising from port to port). From my observations of Yves and the company he keeps, they are a strong willed group with a strong sense of community. The community keeps watch over each other wether it is in port as company and companionship (there are no tv's or papers, and limited email) to security (watching out for each other), to being out at sea and keeping tabs on each others movements and offering insight, tips, weather reports, or assistance.
The ability to look after one's self and ship is a sheer testament of will power and ingenuity. There are no hardware stores or mechanics to pull into and ask for advice in the middle of the ocean. It is problematic to be in the middle of the ocean or storm and say that you want off. I have seen Yves tear the engine apart trying to solve an issue during less than ideal conditions. He never gave up and kept learning from the mistakes he made.
Truly a special type of person is the "yachties" who brave the ocean days to weeks at a time. This has been a great learning opportunity for me. I will sum up that this crossing has been mostly peaceful and time for quiet reflection and camaraderie, interrupted every so often by intense moments of adrenaline surges.