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So, it was 2 vacas ago when we were in St. Martin (the first time) and a guy comments as my wife and I are walking by in Marigot marina. He says, hey big man, how's it going? So we stopped and conversed for a few minutes. Come to find out he was from South Philly. My wife asked what his last name was, he said xxxx. She said holy shit, you're my cousin. Turns out she's a 2nd cousin or something. So we continued to talk and he asked us to hang out on his boat. Now picture a guy who is about 45, humble and dressed in just cargo shorts and a button down. Anyway, we agreed and he said alright come with me. We follow him to the other end of the marina. Ok, so I look and I see a dingy with an engine that looks like it is never going to start. So we said, fuck it, and hopped on. A little shaky, I'm like "Where is your cousin taking us to?", to my wife. We end up pulling into an exclusive private marina on this piece of shit. I was thinking are we stopping temporarily or are we here? He takes us in further and finally pulls along side of a 65 foot Cat. This thing was off the hook. Nicer than my house and with absolutely everything you could ever need. Friggin yachts. They are so luxurious anymore. Anyway, back to the story, he lives on this yacht and travels the carribean from island to island. He is retired at 45 and has everything paid for with no worries. He has docking slips paid for on 3 islands year round. What a life. I would love to work myself up to that someday. I know I will, but I just wanted to share that with you because he just called tonight and asked us to come down for a little bit. Strange but true, thousands of miles away, this Simone's cousin just sails the carribean for the hell of it.
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