As the sun kidnapped the moon and threw it into the basements of space, Kora drifted away from the marina of Sud Cantieri and towards Cetara, with the guidance of Oscar’s steering. The whole crew had woken up early that morning, anticipating the adventure to come. We all managed to catch an idyllic sunrise, which I assume was a top contender for all the other ones we’ve seen on the trip, as Chelsea and I always wake up extremely late. The vibes were superb, however, they lasted shorter than the time Aunty Karen (who we were told to say was the Best Aunt) could hold a handstand.
The seas were very choppy and sketchy, similar to the baking we did later that day. They were so violent that Aunty Karen fell over and smacked her head on the stairs. The seas continuously made Mum and Aunty Karen feel sick, and Chelsea found it tricky to learn TikTok dances. Everyone admitted that the adults needed something stronger than a beer to get through the storm. Eventually, the sea rocked us into sleep.
We couldn’t even distract ourselves from the despairing atmosphere as lightning struck the area, taking away our wifi. Despite the torture, there were some bucolic views that cheered us all up.
We finally anchored and took in the view of Cetara, Italy. It is famous for its delicious anchovies, which are often turned into sauce. However, the most notable item is its tuna. Cetaria, meaning ‘tuna trap’ in Latin. Cetara is a UNESCO World Heritage Site.
We were ecstatic when we arrived and couldn’t wait to jump in the water. We delicately floated through the serene waters and were so skilled that we could glide across the tranquil seas with the paddleboard, never falling off.
Once Oscar tried to scream as the paddleboard was drowning him, but water got into his mouth and he started gargling it. The adults were making us jealous with their hoard of chips, so we got out. Uncle Doug took his turn in the ‘naturale’ water, looking at the anchor to see if it was safely in the sand, and when Oscar was showering, Uncle Doug felt the water on him and thought it was pee. Haha!
Then we began baking. We made a mug cake because we couldn’t make what we wanted to make, as the oats were a home for little friends (that’s another story!!!), so Aunty Karen ‘accidentally’ chucked them into the water and told us not to tell Uncle Doug. We hope you enjoy the photo of Chelsea pretending to enjoy the mug cake that even the fish thought was disgusting when we threw it into the water (AI doesn’t always have good suggestions!). We made brownies to try to forget the mug cakes. We had great fun mixing the batter and at the end licking the spatula.
And then for dinner, Chelsea picked out the best seafood pasta. It was shaped into croissants and the wheels of a car. Originally, we were supposed to incorporate the fish that Dad would catch; however, the fish were only interested in the oats, not the bait at the end of the line.
Chelsea also set up the table. She shaped the napkins like seaweed. Everybody was so impressed with Chelsea and entranced by Cetara at night. We ate the brownies, which were agreed to be delicious.
Responses from when I asked what the brownies were like:
Chelsea: “I don’t know, they were just yummy.”
Aunty Karen: “They were moist and delicious.”
Dad: “Very sticky.”
Mum: “It’s Gooey”
Uncle Doug: “We need a metal pan.”
We think the critiques are harsh on this boat! They were spectacular!
Then we all went to bed, except Uncle Doug and Aunty Karen, as they thought our anchor wasn’t attached to a good place underwater, so they stayed up all night … making Aunty Karen too tired, so she told us to write the blog.
