After two days in Malaga, it was time to leave the harbor. The lines were cast and T/S Gunilla slowly moved away from land. The sky was blue, and the sun stood high. As I stood there, seeing Malaga slowly vanishing in the distance, falling off the edge of the horizon, my friends claimed up the mast to release the sails. To finally be on the open ocean again, was a feeling I had longed for.