We had slipped out of the Mediterranean into the Atlantic by way of Gibraltar, which I was awake but missed to see. No wonder the air is much cooler. We have turned almost due north heading up the west coast of Portugal. Today I saw two sailboats on the Atlantic. One crossed our stern and the other was far off in the distance toward the coast. The air temperature is nineteen degree Celsius; it should continue to drop as the day’s progress.

I went back to watch the sun set and had to get bundled up. The setting is also much later at twenty-one hundred hours; I wonder if it will rise later.