Pictured from left to right; Orion, Rigel and the Captain/Shirish. Their mother stayed home to advance her career and he fulfilled his dream to take his boys to the Mediterranean and Caribbean.
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Going from 6 figures to nearly 4, this 26 year business owner traded her briefcase for foul weather gear to sail the Mediterranean, Caribbean and Pacific for one year. Follow her after she closed down a busy life to sail the high seas.
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- Unexpected Rage
- Captivity
- An email to Sheri: I need to learn to cuss in Ital...
- What is prosperity? A Frenchie, 2 Greeks, an Itali...
- Finding peace in Pain
- Dealing with my Father’s death
- "More than anything, I must have flowers, always, ...
- The first motor I have ever wanted to kiss.
- Running the Italian Countryside
- Reflections: 3 weeks/April 19
- "We work only on Fridays and on Fridays, we have t...
- Long Distance Doggie Love
- Market Days
- Wanted: Clothes Dryer.
- Sailing mates: The Family
- “You can take only 1 pair of jeans”
- Yummy Pizza...It's Italian!
- On the Hard: hard work
- On the Hard: the process
- OCD
- Happy Easter from Italy
- Climbing the Mast
- 2.22.22
- Fire and Water
- Under the Sibarian Sun
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