Okay, so, the deckhand arrived today. He's Italian... VERY Italian (this is not as awesome as it sounds), he's in his thirties, aaaand he has a girlfriend. Of course, I was hoping for someone in their twenties, straight out of their yachtmaster class, all keen and sprightly and gorgeous and willing to be my slave in the kitchen and my drinking buddy and bestest friend foh laaaaf BUT, this is the real world we live in and he's an excellent choice for the boat because not only is he a deckhand, he's also a chef (specialising in mediterranean food, especially fish and seafood... the owners favourite) and on his last boat he also used to do the evening meals and help with lunch service and he's happy to do the same on this boat too. HOW cool is that, am IIII a lucky fish or WHAT?!
I'm slowly adjusting to my life of slavery. After months of just cruising around doing as I please... this is hard. BUT... eye on the prize, I have bigger fish to fry. I don't know why I said that, just going with the fish theme, I think I'm tired. Good night
