From May until August I had practiced solo-sailing on AmaJuta on Lake Constance. For the very first time in her life, my little yacht was supposed to
touch salt water! And I, for the very first time, was supposed to solo-sail on the sea.
With my dear dad's help I took AmaJuta down from Kreuzlingen/Switzerland to
Piombino/Italy, the springboard to the little island in shape of a fish.