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June 30, 2015

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By the time we reached Crete, Greece's economy was in full melt-down. Stores were taking credit cards again, but offering wild bargains -- which played to our favor as we loaded up on white, gauzy Euro tops and other souvenirs.

We took our lunch at a cafe facing the quay, where boats back in with their transoms up against the concrete pier, European style. As a couple in their 60s gently backed in, the man at the wheel and the woman looking for where to cast the lines, it was all I could do to remain seated. Finally, I could bear it no more: hopping up I ran over, my hand outstretched to catch the line and tie it off on a cleat.

Because... I sail.