One of the fun parts of travel is meeting so many great people. I feel blessed that we interact so often with multi-cultural individuals. And every once in a while you meet an exceptional one. Megan James was that for us.

Megan is a character. She owns a 50+ foot gentleman’s yacht built in 1955. It’s a classic and I’ve personally never been on such a boat. I’ll post a picture somewhere on the blog. She was born in South Africa, lived in many parts of the world, and is a Londoner now. We were kitty-corner from her on D dock and she made a point to come over and greet us. Later she asked if Jeanne would like to go to the market with her. This was just to help Jeanne as we later found out she doesn’t have any, and I mean any, food on her boat.

Jeanne and Megan hit it off right away. Jeanne loved her spunk and individualism. Nick and Elaina enjoyed asking her hundreds of questions about who she was and what she had done in her life. I was impressed that she lived aboard her yacht without anyone with her for extended times, a true boating woman. And she was a fountain of information. Where to go, what to do, she knew it. Anyway, on the second night we went to one of her favorite local restaurants for a nice dinner.

While walking to the restaurant I stumbled on a cobblestone and Megan without missing a beat says “Da-veed – do you have a problem walking?”. Ha Ha Jeanne laughs. Later she says “Da-veed, is it impossible for you to do two things at the same time” He He, Jeanne laughs louder. Well, Megan continues to throw softhanded jabs at me to the delight of Jeanne all night. And the night wore on and her and Jeanne continued to drink wine and Grand Marnier.

I got my revenge the next morning. The Grand Marnier hit Jeanne hard and she ended up in bed all day instead of joining Megan at the Puro-Beach pool club. And Megan ended up entertaining Nick, Elaina, and Sam at the club without her partner in crime – He, He – Ha, Ha.