23 years in the Caribbean
4 years back in America.
Look at the crystal clear waters of the Caribbean Sea. I had to shed a little tear when I saw this. I am still homesick some days. Working at sea on yachts afloat was some of the best times of my life. Oh how I wish I could still pump out those 16 hour work days again. It was so worth it.
My love for nature will never leave me.
Now I am seeing little nuggets of America off the beaten path in my little old wheel estate. Perhaps I was born to wander.
After two-and-a-half months of workamping, I am so ready to pack up and hit the road. But I promised to stay longer, so here I am, happy as can be, marveling at the beauty around me here.
Life is goof.
4 years back in America.
Look at the crystal clear waters of the Caribbean Sea. I had to shed a little tear when I saw this. I am still homesick some days. Working at sea on yachts afloat was some of the best times of my life. Oh how I wish I could still pump out those 16 hour work days again. It was so worth it.
My love for nature will never leave me.
Now I am seeing little nuggets of America off the beaten path in my little old wheel estate. Perhaps I was born to wander.
After two-and-a-half months of workamping, I am so ready to pack up and hit the road. But I promised to stay longer, so here I am, happy as can be, marveling at the beauty around me here.
Life is goof.
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