I want to tell you a little story on this Five Minute Friday.
A story about a little guile, lots of love, friendship and beer.
That is my husband, James. We’ve been married nearly twenty-five years. He always loved an ice-cold beer but he never knew that he will go to the ends of the earth for that cold beer. Do things he never dreamed of, see places, have adventures, meet people. This is where I come in, the devious wife. You see, we woman know how to get our husbands to do what we want them to do. This is not a bad thing, men are sometimes slow in recognizing a good thing, and they need a little nudge, a little incentive sometimes.
A cold beer at the end of a long day sailing, or a long hot day, washing the boat, crawling around bilges – he would remind me that other men sit behind a desk in air-conditioned offices – diving under the boat to cut loose a fouled fishing net in the prop, while thunder lashes the dark night.
Getting up every hour to check that the boat’s anchor is not dragging in a storm. Standing watch every two hours for five days, while crossing the last bit of the Atlantic from Madeira to Cadiz in Spain. Hating to tack, because tacking meant sailing halfway back to the Azores, not tacking meant we were sailing towards Africa. Our weather router, Bob Cook, had a tough time convincing James to tack. The promise of a cold beer in five days time kept him going.
We made landfall late afternoon and James had a cold beer in his hand soon after. He smiled, happy that the long trip was over. He loves telling this story adding that he will never do it again, cold beer or not. I know he will, because he loves to sail, he loves Mojito just as much as I do, he loves his lifestyle and he loves an ice-cold beer at the end of a long hot day.
“Not even for a cold beer?”
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