After two days in Mykonos, the wind finally began to relent. Not completely calm, but steady enough to consider the passage back. Elvire 3 had been patiently riding at anchor through gusts and swells, and now it was time to leave the island behind.
The Aegean was still lively, a rolling, restless stretch between islands, but the real force of the meltemi had eased. We were finally able to make steady progress toward Syros, keeping the sails reefed and the helm balanced against gusts.
As Ermoupoli emerged on the horizon, the relief was tangible. The harbour, framed by its pastel houses and marble squares, promised calm waters, secure mooring, and finally, a moment to breathe.
The final approach was slow, controlled — Three months of sailing had ended exactly as it should: safe and ready for winter.
written : 2023
