Bermuda
Our four week stop in Bermuda had a little of everything. We kicked back and played tourist with my dad and his partner, Jeane, for a week—visiting caves, beaches, shops, and sampling food at different restaurants. We hauled the boat out of the water and spent a week and a half in the boatyard getting a new paint job. And we spent a lot of time hunkered down on the boat while it rained. And rained. And rained some more. We were guests at a family’s house for dinner one night, a much-needed break from boatyard life, and guests at a swanky beachside country club for an afternoon. The first job when we arrived in Bermuda: wash all the salty, damp, dirty clothes and linens. Over the course of a month, I interacted with a lot of people and everyone had questions for me. Most yachties stop in Bermuda for less than a week—just a brief respite in the west -> east Atlantic crossing—and it seemed like many local residents hadn’t had the chance to really chat with this migratory group of human