International 110 as daysailer

The 110 is a perfect daysailer. It is small enough to be singlehanded. It is also big enough to go farther than a dinghy. Here are my daysailing adventures that I most enjoyed:
1. Going to Cavite Sangley Point. I did this in one of the hookey days I decided not to go to office. For this I had to cross a long route traversing from the yacht club past relatively open seas till I reached the Cavite peninsula. I could choose entering the small cove where the naval base were and observe old ships and old planes as this base is now unused. Or I could anchor beside the old runway and and enjoy the fresher breezes and the more open sea. The water here is now unpolluted and the views natural and provincial. The way to and fro is very enjoyable as the water is cleaner and the waves are bigger so that even if these splash against the bow and wet me, the salty taste is refreshing.
2. Past the breakwater and approaching old ships. I once ventured out to where old abandoned ships were anchored. They were hulking monsters forgotten and left for scrap. But as I approached these I could see their beauty if not mystery. It seems as the waves moved them a bit, for they seemed immobile , they groaned and let out strange deep sounds. The color of their sides were out of this world. a combination of rust, weathered sea grey and blue, cast iron. Especially when the setting sun with its warm colors touched them, they exhibited a palette that is both mysterious and inviting. And the vast size contributed to the fear that I felt as I did not know how near I could sail. I just rounded each several times as each time they exhibited new facets new angles new sounds new colors, like they wanted to tell me their past stories. Fascinating adventure.

Happiness is sailing a 110

My most happy recollections in sailing my 110 are the following:
1. Playing hookey and absenting from the office. I would decide spontaneously not going to the office for the day, wear my sailing gear. I'd pass by McDonald and buy a couple of hamburgers and softdrinks. Then I launch the boat early in the morning while I see the cars in the boulevard building up traffic for the office day. I would gleefully leer at the office workers frowning while stuck in traffic. I go out to near the breakwater and just cruise practice some tacks. I have my small radiocassette and play the song Sailing. When a bit tired I'd loosen the line and anchor and drop it after bringing down the sails. I eat my hamburgers and drink the still cold coke. I just lie down on the deck and laze around enjoying the breeze and the quiet and the lullaby of the wavelets. I again sail around and look at the ships anchored loading and unloading cargoes. Close to late afternoon I call it a day and turn in to the yacht club totally refreshed and at peace with myself and the universe.
2. Sailing upwind in the groove. This is my favorite sailing direction. The hull tracks the water very smoothly as the beautiful bow cuts cleanly into the waves. The mainsail and the genoa work most efficiently in tandem as the wind pass over both sails while the luff threads indicate maximum efficiency. The helm has just a bit of weather feel that tells me the boat purrs like a pet that I caress. My body extends a bit outboard to counteract heeling. Extreme satisfaction .
3. Practicing racing in the early morning when the sun kisses the water and reflects like sparkling jewels. There was one time only me and George went out practicing. We were like birds in Jonathan Livingstone Seagull perfecting our moves and dancing on a vast stage doing our thing and enjoying it immensely.