"What’s it like
to sail across the Pacific?"
douche wouldn’t know: "Before long, a rhythm took hold, one as lulling
and constant as the ocean swells," Schatzker writes. "I’d wake
up, have breakfast, play bridge or do Pilates or go to a wine tasting.
Then it was time for lunch. After lunch I’d do something else, and before
I knew it, it was time for dinner."
hate to break it to you, but that ain’t sailing, that’s a week at the
country club. They should pick another term besides "sailing across
the Pacific" maybe "eating like a pig, doing nothing and expect
to be waited on hand and foot across the Pacific? Thank you, USA