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![]() OK, so we didn’t really have to bathe in the rain. That was just for fun. And it really wasn’t just “a boat,” but rather a twin-engine 47-foot catamaran with four bedrooms, four bathrooms and a kitchen stocked with food and equipped with an oven, a stove, a microwave and a coffee maker. But it was a bareboat charter, meaning we crewed it ourselves – my husband, Art, and I, with another couple (the Marshalls: Tim, a respiratory therapist at CHOC, and Christi, an emergency room nurse at St. Joseph Hospital). We navigated from one island to the next on our own. Of course, it helped that all the islands were in our line of sight. It was a wonderful adventure. We were able to make our way into bays where big cruise ships can’t, and we ventured to off-the-beaten-path towns where most visiting landlubbers wouldn’t think to go. |
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