It’s the morning after the night before. I wake up to find myself wrapped in warm arms and I smile. Wow, this feels good, I think. It’s Alex’s birthday. The radio buzzes. “Ello, Port Control- this is Malin, we would like to get to Iceland please.” Edouard laughs. “That’s my boat,” he says. “Their English is not very good.” Edouard had planned to stay for breakfast but as he is the only English speaker on the boat, he has to leave early to help the rest of his crew go to the island, arrange parts for the boat, help a Scottish sailor with his sail and about another other dozen things. “You know I want to stay,” he says, rushing up to catch the ferry his crew had just hopped onto. “But they are my family- you understand? I must … Continue reading The Delos Diaries Part 21: “The French Do Everything Better.”