Dressed in Kakai pants, a collared shirt, and those stereotypical yachting shoes (the ones with the thin piece of leather laced around the ankle, and of course white soled, so as not to scuff up the pretty, big boat.)
I tripped on the gangway catching myself a moment before the captain turned around. I was pretty sure I just stumbled upon my dream
job. I was the newest crew member of a giant yacht, one hundred and forty feet
of pure excess floating in the harbor of Nassau Bahamas. The
name of the private yacht read in big black letters across the stern Been
there Done that.
Liechtenstein. A small country squeezed between the borders of Switzerland and Austria. It started out as a fleeting thought in my head, to visit the country of Liechtenstein. Then progressed into a challenge by some friends to make good on my word.