Saturday, March 18, 2006

Life in the George Town Harbor

There was plenty of room for us in the constantly shuffling city of boats. After several days we realized that we had given up traveling life on a sail boat for a small airstream in a busy trailer park. Our neighborhood was unpredictable. We could go to sleep in the French Canadian quarter and be back in America by the next afternoon without moving our boat. Friends on Oreneta, No Justice, and Twice in a Blue Moon would unexpectedly appear next door only to later disappear across the bay.

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