![]() ![]() We played cards during a loch workers’ strike and stole herbs for dinner out of a canal side garden. ![]() We danced to Garth Brooks (a Latina from Miami brought Garth Brooks CDs?) and ate like kings. We teased my friend Maria endlessly about her tiny suitcase, from which miraculous things appeared like inflatable hangars and CDs. We bought our friend Captain Eric a little French bathing suit (do they call them banana hammocks there?) and he modeled it one day with his cowboy hat. We bought wine and mussels from little stands on the side of the canal and dined al fresco on the top deck. We had bikes on board, and we would spot something interesting and throw a line around a tree and take off. I remember laughing so much my face hurt. That first trip was a kaleidoscope of new experiences. I sent an invitation to a number of friends, and a handful took me up on our first trip into the unknown on the Canal du Midi in the South of France. Little did I know that this would be the start of 20 wonderful years of fun, friendship and travel with the best people I have ever known. In the USA, just the insurance needed would be a nightmare. It shocked me that you could drive your own boat on the canals. I found an article my friend MB had sent me describing something called barging in Europe. I was newly divorced and desperately needed an adventure. ![]()
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