Born: ITALY, 1962.
Current address: Fond St.Jaques house - Marigot Bay –St.Lucia W.I.
He is member of FTLF Doca, Danish cruising association since 1986. www.ftlf.dk -
Raffaele has been the contact person for FTLF in the Mediterranean Sea from 2001 to 2006, with home base in the north – west coast of Italy
From 2007 he is the contact person for St.Lucia.
He provides help and support to world cruising sailors. Raffaele started his sailor activity in Demark in 1980 and became sail instructor after few years. He participated to several international regattas and besides was a very active regatta sailor in a local Danish sail club, Middelfart sejl klub. He moved to Italy in 2001 and than to St. Lucia in the beginning of 2007. Raffaele is certified Ocean Skipper. He has a high commercial education and worked for over 20 years as exporting consult. He speaks Danish, Italian, Spanish and English. His choice to move to St.Lucia wasn’t an impulsive decision. First of all, the Caribbean Sea is one of the most beautiful places in the world. The Island is amazing and the people are wonderful with a unique life style and, keep in mind, St. Lucia is one of the most developed islands in the Caribbean, placed in the middle of it. Doesn’t matter if you sail north or south, from St.Lucia you’ll have access to the rest of this paradise. He bought a big house in Soufriere, close to the beach, big enough to offer bed and breakfast. Don’t hesitate; contact him for a dream full vacation.
...a SAILOR SONG:
In cabin’s ships at sea,
The boundless blue on every side expanding, With whistling winds and music of the waves, the large imperious waves, Or some lone bark buoy’s on the dense marine, Where joyous full of faith, spreading white sails, She cleaves the ether mid the sparkle and the foam of day, or under many a star at night,
By sailors young and old haply will I, a reminiscence of the land, be read, In full rapport at last. Here are our thoughts, voyagers' thoughts, Here not the land, firm land, alone appears, may then by them be said,
The sky overarches here, we feel the undulating deck beneath our feet, We feel the long pulsation, ebb and flow of endless motion, The tones of unseen mystery, the vague and vast suggestions of the briny world, the liquid-flowing syllables, The perfume, the faint creaking of the cordage, the melancholy rhythm, The boundless vista and the horizon far and dim are all here, And this is ocean's poem. Then falter not O book, fulfill your destiny, You not a reminiscence of the land alone, You too as a lone bark cleaving the ether, purposed I know not whither, yet ever full of faith, Consort to every ship that sails, sail you! Bear forth to them folded my love, (dear mariners, for you I fold it here in every leaf;) Speed on my book! spread your white sails my little bark athwart the imperious waves, Chant on, sail on, bear o'er the boundless blue from me to every sea, This song for mariners and all their ships.
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