Sea Stroll

When I was asked to sail around the world, not as a first mate, or even a deckhand, but as a tutor/nanny/therapist/adventure specialist, Yes Please!,  left my lips before I could weigh up the cons. What cons?

My job is to help a family be a family, for snorkeling trips to be shared between father and son, for dinners at local restaurants to be dinners, not food fights, for brothers to be brothers, not strangers, and for me to dangle my feet over the bow of the boat and know that New York can wait, that corporate ladders will always hold my weight, and that at 29, the sea is my therapy room.

This blog is not about working, but about living. Sure, it’s about therapy, but the kind that comes from breathing in fresh air, climbing mountains, diving down to the bottom of ocean for speckled stones, reeling in fish bigger than a boogie boards, trekking to mountaintop villages, sleeping under the stars, taking typhoid-risks when the food is too tasty to deny, and sitting around fires with local people you can’t share words with, but can share a moment.

Join me on this adventure. We can dive for speckled stones together.