Brest, France

Brest, France was a resting port for me. With our extremely busy routines, we are so exhausted at the end of the day. I spent the time just to hang out on the ship, clean my trunk and locker, nap and catch up on homework. It was really nice to lay back a bit and relax.

In the city of Brest itself, there was not that much to do on foot. We did manage to occupy ourselves somehow though ... Oh, la nourriture française, comme c’est délicieux! YES: French cuisine. We ate an outrageous amount of pain au chocolat and croissants de beurre. It also became a lunchtime tradition to pick up some baguettes, cheeses, meats, cherry tomatoes, peaches and chocolates to go out for a picnic in the park. I will NEVER get tired of French food!

Our port program was a BLAST. We went to a sailing club and rented Hobby Cats (Catamaran sailing dinghies) and raced them around. For the crew of a fully-rigged tall ship, you would be surprised how inexperienced we were when sailing the dinghies. By the end of the afternoon there were several capsized boats and many soaking wet, tired and cold teenagers.

Brest was all in all a really great port with lots of food and fun!