Not the pampas. But my back yard has plenty of action – and with South American music blasting out – echoing the sound of galloping hooves, coincidentally – I’m right there with my H and h, Nero and Bella. And I have a coffee machine. Bonus!

The Betster rules supreme –

Paolo tearing his hair out – proving my point that every alpha needs a woman to float his boat.

Who fell out of his bunk at 2 in the morning?
Who got their life jacket inflated when she got mouthy on board?
How do Italian stallions teach the rest of the crew to tie a bowline?
Press-ups on deck in a force 5?
You know who you are.
I’m not even getting started on the acronyms – just let’s agree that sailors are a plain-spoken lot

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