The west sand squished between my toes. “Dig deeper.” James, my clam-diggin’ new friend, instructed. “They’re down there.” We were just outside of Boston searching for lunch on the beach. Actually, we were in the shallows with the Atlantic biting cold on my ankles. Summer had fled and autumn, although named on the calendar, seemed to be skipped over for the harsher temperatures Read More
It was four in the morning when the man running down the dock started shouting, “Jubilee! Jubilee!” It was a sweltering August night along the shoreline of Mobile Bay, Alabama, so we had our portholes open and could hear him perfectly. “What’s that?” Patrick rolled over and crushed a pillow to his head, but I had heard rumors of such a rare Read More
Costa Rican Ceviche You would think that the last thing I’d want to do on my day off was jump on a boat. For the past 14 years I’ve lived onboard various yachts, but my days are busy inside the boat cooking for guests and crew, so when we arrived in Costa Rica the first Read More
The Glades were quiet. Thick. Heavy heat weighed on my skin like I was sitting in a bowl of conch chowder. There wasn’t a ripple on the water that wound its way through the river of grass, nor a sway of breeze through the bright green saw grasses. Great blue herons stood stock-still sentinel over the scene. The only things Read More
You wouldn’t go to Boston for gumbo or consider crab cakes in Nebraska. No matter where you dock your boat this summer, get the scoop on specialty seafood and pick the perfect dish. LOBSTER: From Rags to Riches It’s hard to imagine that lobsters were once considered a poor man’s food. In Colonial New England, Read More
I’ve been stuck in Port for too long now. The yacht I work on is in the shipyard. So for now, it is a time of sitting and staying in one place; a time when my mind wanders back toearlier travels. Today, I’ve been thinking about Jamaica; a place of carnal color and debaucherous tales. Read More
I rolled out of my bunk at 6 a.m. still aching and stiff from the night before. The alarm blared in direct competition with the snoring of my husband, our captain. The rest of the boat was quiet; the crew was asleep, using every last minute they could before our 8 o’clock start time. But Read More
“It’ll cure what ails you,” Moe, my cab driver, told me as I returned from the market to the boat on Paradise Island in the Bahamas. “You got a backache: Eat a bowl of conch salad. You got da depression: Eat a bowl of conch salad. ” His hearty laugh filled the air. “And best Read More