On greeting the morning we understood that we would have had a fantastic day. Argo, an outfitter of slight build with a hoarse voice typical of an old sailor who doesn’t disdain port inns with their scent of smog and life, welcomed us warmly, despite the fact that we were all an hour late. The sea was smooth. Dolphins caressed the air with grace. Despite my lack of experience, I played host. I had been dispensing advise and creating expectations since we started. Alberto, my trusted friend, listened to my “well worn” stories, told with passion. For Francesco it was the first time.