Conor and I arrived in Alghero the next day. I was trying to juggle three things. My parents,my friend Emma who was going to be sailing in Corsica, and ultimately my own long term plans. Everything seemed to be up in the air. Ultimately I chose the path of the dutifull son and flew to Malaga to see Mom and Dad in Spain. I left Conor, on the boat. He had a weeks free acommodation in Alghero but would he be there when I got back . . . ?