Many years ago there was a period when sailing across the oceans was all I could think about. Several diary pages were dedicated to this imaginary trip, and I fantasized about meeting other people all around the world who would like to come with me. Maybe I never gave up this dream completely, because navy clothing still makes my knees weak.
PS. I know it's not exactly the ultimate season to be a sailor (at least not where I live) but I think we should ignore that!