Good descriptions of part of a journey Anne took with her husband Charles Lindbergh, mostly in the Canary Islands and Africa. Worthwhile, goes well with her other travel book, North to the Orient. ( )

It took a few chapters to adjust to the cadence of the prose, which is reminiscent of free verse poetry. Once I settled in, I enjoyed the detailed descriptions of the different locales, and subtly referenced details of the preparations and considerations required for transatlantic flight in the early days of aviation. Often it is a case of hurry up and wait as flight preparations are made and then must be scrapped as sea or weather conditions are not perfect. ( )

It had never occurred to me that I would love this book so much. Anne Morrow Lindbergh must be a genius, to keep me so tense and in suspense over ten days of nothing happening, just waiting, waiting for the wind. Pioneer aviators, the Lindberghs were mapping out a flight path from the US to Europe and back again, their takeoffs at each stage depending entirely on the sea and wind conditions. The book describes the part of the journey between the Cape Verde islands, Bathhurst (Gambia) and across the Atlantic to Natal. The writing is gripping, sensitive, poetic and humbling. We take flying so much for granted, in these early days, it took such faith. ( )