Tuesday, January 31, 2012


Coconut Grove, Miami, FL 25º43.533N | 80º84.321W

I always wonder what people think when we say we live on a boat. Some must surely think we sit around sipping cocktails all day, soaking in the sun. While we do our share of that, it's certainly tempered with things more like:

Then, some people seem to project themselves right onto our boat and get inside our heads. That was the case this weekend.

On Saturday, we were whisked away from sanding, sanding, sanding, driven to South Beach to Chip's sister Bonnie's condo. She not only knew what we had been up to all week but clearly grasped exactly what we might be dreaming of.

We were treated to candlelight massages beside the oceanfront window, long, lolling showers with poofy white towels  (we have to use thin, quick-drying ones on the boat), uninterrupted sleep in a stationary bed -- with climate control.

We ate wonderful things and laid around on real couches, went to the grocery store in a car and other land things that land people take so for granted.

Then we had manicures and pedicures ...

...and lolled around some more.

Refreshed, renewed, relaxed, we head back to the boat to face those toe rails once again. Thanks, Bonnie, for the best spa weekend ever. Ever.