Goombay Smashed!

The Bahamian term "Goombay Smash" is not a term at all.  It is, in fact, a delicious libation which will knock your socks off, in the likely case that you drink one too many.   After enduring our recent charters in the Bahamas, we are all a bit smashed, and by that I mean tired.  Just to clarify, when I say that I am "goombay smashed," it means that I am just one tired gal.   I recently took the job with my old captain and his wife, and we all moved to another boat together.  Feeding 8 crew every day, is a lot of work, but its a great group of people, which makes it all the more fun.  We are back in the FL now, undergoing some projects and things... before the summer season begins for us.  Aside from my work life, this ole gal turns the big 2-6 on Wednesday.  Purty excited for the partaaaay and looking forward to dancing on the tables at one particularly fine Greek establishment here in South Florida.  I will keep you posted.  

Ssssssoak it up.

Me gusta mucho cocinar. I didn't grow up in the kitchen or anything, but I did used to experiment with healthy cookies on my family. They called my creations "field grumpies," which I thought was a compliment at the time. I give serious kudos to my parents for many things. I used to think that fly-casting into a hula-hoop as a 12-year old girl was normal, but now I realize that it was really just Raz's way of letting us in on an underestimated activity that will be with my sister and I forever. And my mum is a fair-dinkum Aussie, who reminds us that laughter is always the answer, mate. The athletic genes were passed on to my sis, but I do love being active. I am way too antsy to sit on the couch all day (unless I happen to be in a cabin, in front of a roaring fire, with a bunch of friends, drinking cheap wine, playing music and planning our next day's adventure...or something of the sort). But the laid back lifestyle suits me just fine. Not that I have achieved it yet, but I am striving for it. Looking forward to having a garden of my own, one day. Some say I drive like a grandma, and I think its just my way of telling the world to take it's time. I miss my sister a lot, and my parents and friends as well. The greatest thing ever would be to gather up all of my scattered friends, put them on a sub-tropical beach, and have a huge fiesta. Maybe thats what my wedding will be like, hmmm. Not that I have any plans for that yet, sorry guys. Right now, I cook for at least 6 people every day, and its purty fun. Cooking on a boat presents its own obstacles, but the galley is 5 times the size of my bunk room, and I have a window....which is nice. I believe that you can have fun anywhere, as long as you are with good people. It's all about the people. Soak it up.

Untie us, please!

Being tied to a dock seems like such a luxury when you are out at sea, craving the basic necessities of life: solid ground, going out to eat, driving a car, walking around, seeing new faces, etc.  However, being a sea-loving swashbuckler-type, one quickly begins to crave the salty freedom of being out on the open water.  There is something great to be said about safe havens, but that's not what ships are meant for, right?  If you really love working on boats, then you know that feeling when the dock lines have started to house spiderwebs and dust particles.  Untie us, please!!