It began, as all great adventures do, not with a bang, but with a whisper. A simple, almost whimsical thought sparked one evening: "What if we just sailed around the world?" For us—a family of five from Belgium—that whisper grew into a roar that we couldn't ignore. We traded our comfortable life for five years of relentless preparation, learning everything from celestial navigation to engine repair, until the day came when we stood on the dock in Martinique, ready to cast off the lines on our new floating home, Let It Be.
Those first two months were a baptism by fire. The boat, our vessel of dreams, demanded everything from us. But with every challenge overcome, our resolve hardened, and finally, we sailed out, leaving the Caribbean in our wake.
Our journey began in earnest as we danced through the islands. We found paradise in the turquoise waters of Los Roques, snorkeling in what felt like a private aquarium. We met the warm Kuna people in the San Blas islands, even as we battled the oppressive heat and swarms of biting flies.
Then came the Panama Canal—a true marvel of human engineering. Guiding Let It Be through those colossal locks, rising up between continents, felt like passing through a gateway to another world. The vast, blue Pacific lay before us.
Our first major passage to the Galapagos was a brutal, upwind slog that tested our spirits. But our reward was a world that time forgot. We walked among giant tortoises, watched iguanas bask on volcanic rock, and swam with playful sea lions and graceful sharks who regarded us with curious indifference. It was a land of raw, untamed life that felt utterly magical.
From there, we launched ourselves into the great blue void—the 20-day crossing to French Polynesia. Our world shrank to the 46 feet of our boat. Days melted into a rhythm of watches, school lessons for the children, and the simple thrill of catching our own dinner from the deep.
Out there, utterly alone under a canopy of stars we’d never seen before, we were tested. A critical part of our sail rigging broke in the middle of the night, in rolling seas. We had to hoist Cécile to the top of the swaying mast, a heart-stopping repair that bound us together not just as a family, but as a crew.
When the lush, jagged peaks of French Polynesia finally rose from the horizon, it felt like a homecoming. We spent months living a life we had only dreamed of. In the Gambier islands, we were welcomed with an incredible generosity, learning to live by the rhythm of the supply ship. In the majestic Marquises, we hiked to hidden waterfalls and stood in quiet reverence at the graves of Jacques Brel and Paul Gauguin.
The atolls of the Tuamotus were breathtaking rings of sand in an ocean of impossible blues, where we dove through passes filled with "walls of sharks."
As we sailed west, each island group offered a new wonder. In the Cook Islands, we were swept up in a vibrant festival of dance and music. In Niue, we heard the haunting songs of humpback whales through the hull of our boat at night.
In Tonga, we had the single most profound experience of our journey: swimming alongside mothers and calves—gentle giants moving with impossible grace. Later in Fiji, a vibrant crossroads of cultures, we shared Kava with village chiefs and explored the Yasawa islands.
Our journey across the Pacific stretched for five incredible years, each island weaving itself into the fabric of our family. But eventually, the call for solid ground—for a place to put down roots—grew as strong as the call for the open sea had once been.
In 2014, we decided to settle in Costa Rica. We built our life anew: enrolling the children in local school, crafting our home from diverse woods—some from our own land—and adding two bungalows for guests. We replanted forests, traced pathways, and left more than half of our 40 hectares untouched to remain wild.
Placed under the sign of water—at least four springs, as many lakes, and two rivers, plus the Rio Zapote along our border—we found the only place that gathers our favorite elements in one perfect spot.
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