Chapter 2 Spain
We took off in one of the Flota Mercante Grancolombiana ships from Buenaventura, on the Pacific Coast of Colombia, sailing through the Panama Canal and into the Atlantic.
Once in the deep water of the Caribbean, a hurricane approached and its tail hit our ship making it swing severely from side to side for three days. It was quite frightening. Everyone on board became sick. The huge waves and howling winds made us all miserable, including the Capitan, who did his best to remain composed.
The calm after the storm made for lovely natural scenes. Mother and I made stories and figures out of clouds. I imagined monsters, creatures and faces out of their cotton-like formations. She managed to invent stories out of those magnificent shapes and we passed the time entertained…