View from the Bow

Alive and well; anchored outside of Dubrovnik...such a stunningly beautiful place. 

We are fat and happy with a crew of six (there are only 7 of us, so you do the math on how quickly our towels are washed..) 

It's a weird life- lots of lazing around, but with urgency: "lunch is at 1 30!!!" Or "we have to go into the town and see the castle now!!" Or "I am going to swim 6 times around the boat!!!"

Much like the Queen Mary-one is never bored because one is covering distance- Point A and Point B and all that in between.

Actually there is one other thing i am doing in my cabin when I think no one is looking- a creepy, obsessive thing that I hope to stop; and that is pouring over the latest Donald Trump news. God help me, but unlimited international roaming has now made me a slave to this phone. 

Thomas called me "a sick, sick person." (Two sicks).. 

Guilty. But in my defense- I am not the only lunatic in the Adriatic . Our former captain - whom we have seen twice in two days: once in Montenegro, and once when we anchored near him and he called us over- is apparently even more crazed then I am. In fact, he is planning on buying a submarine if Trump should win; and just skipping life on land entirely. Truth be told he is a bit dramatic (three ex wives one of whom he is still married to, and untold girlfriends).  He and I were always besties- he is a Leo sailor with a potty mouth; so needless to say he is a familiar presence.

Must sleep.. More in the morning..including photos.. I swear.

Xx