Things change so quickly here on the ship; it's really hard to believe. I've recently had one or two people ask me if I wanted to switch to a different department – I even think that if I had been interested, I could have already changed to go work in the book hold. But I wasn't interested in changing.
Yesterday morning I had every intention of staying in the book fair for at least six more months. But today I had my last day working there.
At lunch yesterday, I got paged to go to the personnel offices, and I was thinking, “What in the world have I done wrong?” But instead, they had a job offer for me: the person now responsible for media relationships is leaving the ship quite suddenly, and they need someone to take her place almost immediately. They knew about my communications background and apparently had heard some good things circulating about me, and they wanted to know if I might be interested in taking over her job. After a frenzied few hours and multiple discussions with personnel, the media manager, the book fair manager, and my dad, I decided to accept the position. I'm totally scared – it's a whole lot of responsibility!! – but I know it will be for the best.
Side note: I've been really confused about recognizing God's will lately, and that's definitely relevant to this whole decision-making process. But when I started to pray about whether I should take this job, it took about ten seconds until I got a “yes.” Oh! Um . . . okay then?!?! I've been realizing that if I debate too much with myself and try to over-analyze the things I think God might want me to do, I can very easily persuade myself that it's nothing – ESPECIALLY if he's asked me to do something I don't want to do! But there's that story in 1 Kings 19 where God speaks to Elijah – not in the fire, not in the fierce wind or the earthquake, but in a gentle whisper. I really love that story. I'm starting to learn a little bit about that gentle whisper . . . like the fact that sometimes it's so easy to just ignore. But I'm realizing that I think if my relationship with God is good, and I think he might want me to do a certain thing, I'm far better off if I err on the side of willingness instead of erring on the side of skepticism (my natural inclination)! It's worked out extremely well for me in the past, so hopefully I can kind of keep it up.
Basically, my job will be sort of managing the overall public image of the ship – yeah, a pretty huge responsibility. I'll be working with local media in the ports we visit – offering interviews for t.v., radio, etc., hosting reporters, making sure they have all the information they need, etc. I have to know what needs to be emphasized and what needs to be de-emphasized, depending on what country we are in. And I'll be tracking and archiving what is said about us. I'm kind of shocked to have this type of job, and to have the chance to use my communications degree – honestly, I never really expected to use it in really a professional context, but here I go!
It promises to be interesting – and a challenge for SURE!!!!!
Cultural observations
Africa, lemme tell you, is quite a place. It's so different and there's always something new to see and learn. Then if you also take into account the many unique situations that result from putting so many cultures together on one ship, perhaps you can see how my life can be so . . . interesting sometimes! This a list of my favorite interesting/amusing culture moments I've had over the last weeks, both on and off the ship.
- Hanging out late at night in the dining room after work eating noodles. I've eaten more Korean noodles than I know what to do with, and practically set my mouth on fire in the process – but the best thing was seeing the stunned looks on the Korean's faces when I started making boxed macaroni and cheese in the microwave. Each step was more amazing than the last. :-)
- Seeing people walking out of the book fair carrying boxes of books on their heads – definitely a first for us! Talk about strong muscles there!!! I tried it once with a big basin of water and it was NOT EASY!!!!
- Also inside the book fair, one day we were visited by the chiefs from many local tribes, men regarded with great respect and treated as kings by most people in their culture. They are quite influential, but many are involved in the black magic/occultism that is prevalent in the area. For any of them to become a Christian could represent a great deal of change for their culture. We were privileged to be able to offer a special program for them, and afterward some of them came down to visit the book fair. They were a sight to behold in their traditional costumes, basically just draped in yards of stiff, brightly colored fabric. Definitely memorable!
- In my weekly fellowship group last week, each of us brought pictures of our family and were sharing a little bit about our lives back home – a topic that is usually barely discussed here on the ship, because, right or wrong, it sometimes seems irrelevant to us. I also showed a picture of our house, and then of the view in front of our house – a gorgeous shot of the valley and fields and mountains in the distance. But that picture met with loud exclamations from James, the Taiwanese in our group. “What?? WHAT?? Nothing??? It's nothing!!!” His shock was genuine – as evidenced by his eyes, which were so wide his eyeballs could almost have fallen out without anything to stop them. He explained me that the houses in Taiwan are so close and it would be unthinkable for there to be so much space – especially next to your house! :-)
- Hanging out late at night in the dining room after work eating noodles. I've eaten more Korean noodles than I know what to do with, and practically set my mouth on fire in the process – but the best thing was seeing the stunned looks on the Korean's faces when I started making boxed macaroni and cheese in the microwave. Each step was more amazing than the last. :-)
- Seeing people walking out of the book fair carrying boxes of books on their heads – definitely a first for us! Talk about strong muscles there!!! I tried it once with a big basin of water and it was NOT EASY!!!!
- Also inside the book fair, one day we were visited by the chiefs from many local tribes, men regarded with great respect and treated as kings by most people in their culture. They are quite influential, but many are involved in the black magic/occultism that is prevalent in the area. For any of them to become a Christian could represent a great deal of change for their culture. We were privileged to be able to offer a special program for them, and afterward some of them came down to visit the book fair. They were a sight to behold in their traditional costumes, basically just draped in yards of stiff, brightly colored fabric. Definitely memorable!
- In my weekly fellowship group last week, each of us brought pictures of our family and were sharing a little bit about our lives back home – a topic that is usually barely discussed here on the ship, because, right or wrong, it sometimes seems irrelevant to us. I also showed a picture of our house, and then of the view in front of our house – a gorgeous shot of the valley and fields and mountains in the distance. But that picture met with loud exclamations from James, the Taiwanese in our group. “What?? WHAT?? Nothing??? It's nothing!!!” His shock was genuine – as evidenced by his eyes, which were so wide his eyeballs could almost have fallen out without anything to stop them. He explained me that the houses in Taiwan are so close and it would be unthinkable for there to be so much space – especially next to your house! :-)
Liberia
A man swipes at a wall with a paint-laden brush. The paint was white when he began, but now, a few yards past his starting point, it is quite gray – polluted by the dirt of the wall he hadn't cleaned. Next to him, lizards try to scurry up the wall. Their feet slip on the wet paint, and they fall back to the ground – a failure. A girl wearing a glittery “Obama” shirt waits to cross the street. Next to the river one boy sells large fish, fully two feet in length. Nearby, a smaller boy holds a string of frogs, hanging by their front arms. Small children stand, naked except for the soap bubbles, next to the bucket that is their bath. A woman inside a food stand presses cooked rice into a mold for the sake of convenient consumption, while a child peddles tiny bags of plantain chips. The smell of lunch alternates with the smell of feces. A boy, by appearance around 12 years old, steps fearlessly into two lanes of flowing traffic, arms spread wide to stop the cars. Amazingly, they slow and then stop, and a pastor escorts an elderly lady across the street.
We wait for a taxi, finding one after twenty minutes. They want to charge us more for our skin color, but the local people accompanying us talk them down, insisting that it's not right.
This is Liberia.
I'll tell you a secret: I didn't really expect Liberia to mean very much to me. In Sierra Leone, I was kind of swept off my feet . . . I really loved it and didn't want to leave. In Ghana, I spent the whole first port at home; the second port was pretty neutral for me. It was fine, but not great; I was expecting my time in Liberia to be basically the same. But now I'm beginning to wonder otherwise . . .
We wait for a taxi, finding one after twenty minutes. They want to charge us more for our skin color, but the local people accompanying us talk them down, insisting that it's not right.
This is Liberia.
I'll tell you a secret: I didn't really expect Liberia to mean very much to me. In Sierra Leone, I was kind of swept off my feet . . . I really loved it and didn't want to leave. In Ghana, I spent the whole first port at home; the second port was pretty neutral for me. It was fine, but not great; I was expecting my time in Liberia to be basically the same. But now I'm beginning to wonder otherwise . . .
Me, Andrew Peterson, And A Really Big Coincidence
So, yesterday we hosted onboard an event for the many missionaries serving in Liberia, and after the event they came to visit the book store. I was really excited that we were offering such an event and equally excited to have a chance to meet them, but something happened that I totally did not expect. I was working at the information desk, and was approached by a young man with a strong Scottish accent who asked if I could search the computer to find a certain singer. I replied, “No, our system can't do that, but who are you looking for? Maybe I know who he is . . .” He said, "Um, his name is Andrew Peterson." I about fell over. Not everyone has the good fortune to be acquainted with his music, and out of 400-some people on the ship, he just so happened to ask me! Andrew Peterson has been my favorite singer for several years; so much of his music has been deeply meaningful to me through many different times of my life.
I was really sad to have to tell him that we didn't have any Andrew Peterson cds in the book store, but I couldn't help but think of all of the music that I had brought with me on my computer. I knew he couldn't just get it somewhere else – certainly not in a store in Liberia, and even amenities like internet are quite limited here. Ten minutes after he walked away, I was totally distracted; it was really driving me crazy that this missionary in Liberia had asked me for something very specific that I just so happened to own. And I've learned that really big coincidences usually aren't - but I couldn't figure out what that meant for me in that case. I really wanted to just give the music to him, but the problem was that God has been very strict with me recently about copyright infringement issues, so I couldn't just make a copy for him . . . finally it occurred to me that if I just paid the appropriate money a different way, I could give him the music, AP could have his fair earnings, and I wouldn't be stealing! I ran to my cabin, hurriedly put Resurrection Letters and Far Country on my USB stick, and was able to give it to him before he left – along with a prayer that he would be as blessed by them as I have been. I was super excited about it for the whole day!! :-D
Of all the far-fetched things in the world . . .
gotta love it. :-D
I was really sad to have to tell him that we didn't have any Andrew Peterson cds in the book store, but I couldn't help but think of all of the music that I had brought with me on my computer. I knew he couldn't just get it somewhere else – certainly not in a store in Liberia, and even amenities like internet are quite limited here. Ten minutes after he walked away, I was totally distracted; it was really driving me crazy that this missionary in Liberia had asked me for something very specific that I just so happened to own. And I've learned that really big coincidences usually aren't - but I couldn't figure out what that meant for me in that case. I really wanted to just give the music to him, but the problem was that God has been very strict with me recently about copyright infringement issues, so I couldn't just make a copy for him . . . finally it occurred to me that if I just paid the appropriate money a different way, I could give him the music, AP could have his fair earnings, and I wouldn't be stealing! I ran to my cabin, hurriedly put Resurrection Letters and Far Country on my USB stick, and was able to give it to him before he left – along with a prayer that he would be as blessed by them as I have been. I was super excited about it for the whole day!! :-D
Of all the far-fetched things in the world . . .
gotta love it. :-D
plie, plie, grand plie . . .
So I just have to share the highlight of my day, because, let's face it - I'm pretty excited.
About a month ago, just before I left to go home, one of the moms on the ship asked me if I would consider teaching a ballet class for her five-year-old daughter. I was totally surprised because, come on, I haven't done ballet for years and I've certainly never taught anyone - much less little girls. But I agreed to think about it, and spent the next several days considering the logistics in my mind. Where would we do it, when (my schedule changes every week!), what all would they be able to do, how would I know what to teach them, where would I get the music from, could I gather my dance stuff from home, how could I get fabric to make the little skirts the mom suggested . . . etc. etc.
While I was at home, a miracle happened. My mom had agreed to fund fabric for tiny pink sparkly skirts for the girls, but I didn't know what else they would wear. The day before my brother's wedding, the mother of the bride said to me, "I mentioned your ballet class to a friend of mine; she's cleaning out their school's old costume closet and wondered if she might have anything you could use!" She just so happened to have a stack - like, eight - of brand-new leotards, just the right sizes for the girls I planned to teach, so she gave them to me - along with several yards of pink and yellow satin and six silver tiaras. Can I say that I was excited??? (Side note: when I was a kid I had this idea that missionaries were super boring people, but in that moment I was thinking, "WOW, I love being a missionary!!!" If I had had the means to easily provide those leotards for myself, I never would have had that awesome and impossible blessing!)
Last week, the mom who had asked me about the class helped me draft and sew two little skirts for the girls (out of the satin - we're now saving the sparkles for a really special occasion) ;-) and today I had a practice class with her daughter. (Next week I'll start with all six girls, but I wanted to do a runthrough just with one.) She looked totally, totally adorable, wearing a black leotard, white tights, that little pink skirt, and a grin painted from one ear all the way to the other. We had some balancing challenges with the ship rolling (we're sailing right now), but we danced for half an hour, and when we were through she wanted to start all over again. :-D I think I'm going to enjoy this. :-) Yeah, so I'm not such a great dancer myself, but at least I have a little experience and these girls don't care if my jete looks awful. :-)
About a month ago, just before I left to go home, one of the moms on the ship asked me if I would consider teaching a ballet class for her five-year-old daughter. I was totally surprised because, come on, I haven't done ballet for years and I've certainly never taught anyone - much less little girls. But I agreed to think about it, and spent the next several days considering the logistics in my mind. Where would we do it, when (my schedule changes every week!), what all would they be able to do, how would I know what to teach them, where would I get the music from, could I gather my dance stuff from home, how could I get fabric to make the little skirts the mom suggested . . . etc. etc.
While I was at home, a miracle happened. My mom had agreed to fund fabric for tiny pink sparkly skirts for the girls, but I didn't know what else they would wear. The day before my brother's wedding, the mother of the bride said to me, "I mentioned your ballet class to a friend of mine; she's cleaning out their school's old costume closet and wondered if she might have anything you could use!" She just so happened to have a stack - like, eight - of brand-new leotards, just the right sizes for the girls I planned to teach, so she gave them to me - along with several yards of pink and yellow satin and six silver tiaras. Can I say that I was excited??? (Side note: when I was a kid I had this idea that missionaries were super boring people, but in that moment I was thinking, "WOW, I love being a missionary!!!" If I had had the means to easily provide those leotards for myself, I never would have had that awesome and impossible blessing!)
Last week, the mom who had asked me about the class helped me draft and sew two little skirts for the girls (out of the satin - we're now saving the sparkles for a really special occasion) ;-) and today I had a practice class with her daughter. (Next week I'll start with all six girls, but I wanted to do a runthrough just with one.) She looked totally, totally adorable, wearing a black leotard, white tights, that little pink skirt, and a grin painted from one ear all the way to the other. We had some balancing challenges with the ship rolling (we're sailing right now), but we danced for half an hour, and when we were through she wanted to start all over again. :-D I think I'm going to enjoy this. :-) Yeah, so I'm not such a great dancer myself, but at least I have a little experience and these girls don't care if my jete looks awful. :-)
"Second Sight"
After one full day here in Sierra Leone, I am . . . amazed. Seriously - in the Caribbean there were so many breathtaking beaches/waterfalls/forests/flowers/natural phenomenons, but here the beauty is in the people. I never expected to ever go to Africa and I never understood what caused people to love it so much - I mean, dirt and poverty aren't so exciting, are they? But - I've heard people say it before and never understood - the people are so beautiful.
During the whole voyage we had training from a South African couple, and one thing I noticed that he said frequently, when he was trying to emphasize a point, was, "Do you hear me?" or "I hope you're hearing me." In other words, "I hope my words are doing more than existing - I hope they are really penetrating your heart and mind. I hope you hear me."
Similarly, people want to be seen - their existence confirmed, their humanity and worth acknowledged. That's something missing in many western cultures - certainly in my own. I know - I've waitressed for four years - how easy it can be to look at a person, to speak to them and interact with them and even serve them, without ever seeing them.
After supper tonight my ship family went for a walk to get into town a little bit - but we got no more than a quarter of a mile past the ship, because first one, then another of us would hang back talking to someone and the whole group would have to wait. :-) Always people were trying to get our attention in various ways, and the kids! My ship sister, Miriam, started talking to one of them when we left the ship, and by the time we had walked down the street and back, there were at least 25 of them walking with us. They wanted to talk to us, meet us, hear our names and tell us theirs, hold our hands - when we ran out of hands, they'd hold our arms, my skirt, whatever they could just to be close.
If I was sitting at home hearing someone else tell about a similar experience, I would nod and smile and think I understood because I had heard things like it before. And I would have been (and have been for many years) completely missing the point. Because it's not just about a nice "missionary" story, it's about real people, created by God, who look in your face and ask you to see them.
During the whole voyage we had training from a South African couple, and one thing I noticed that he said frequently, when he was trying to emphasize a point, was, "Do you hear me?" or "I hope you're hearing me." In other words, "I hope my words are doing more than existing - I hope they are really penetrating your heart and mind. I hope you hear me."
Similarly, people want to be seen - their existence confirmed, their humanity and worth acknowledged. That's something missing in many western cultures - certainly in my own. I know - I've waitressed for four years - how easy it can be to look at a person, to speak to them and interact with them and even serve them, without ever seeing them.
After supper tonight my ship family went for a walk to get into town a little bit - but we got no more than a quarter of a mile past the ship, because first one, then another of us would hang back talking to someone and the whole group would have to wait. :-) Always people were trying to get our attention in various ways, and the kids! My ship sister, Miriam, started talking to one of them when we left the ship, and by the time we had walked down the street and back, there were at least 25 of them walking with us. They wanted to talk to us, meet us, hear our names and tell us theirs, hold our hands - when we ran out of hands, they'd hold our arms, my skirt, whatever they could just to be close.
If I was sitting at home hearing someone else tell about a similar experience, I would nod and smile and think I understood because I had heard things like it before. And I would have been (and have been for many years) completely missing the point. Because it's not just about a nice "missionary" story, it's about real people, created by God, who look in your face and ask you to see them.
Water, water, everywhere . . .
I don't think as quickly as I used to. I used to have all kinds of ideas flowing in and out of me so quickly, but now the deluge has been reduced to a trickle. Mostly I'm more interested these days in what I am doing, rather than what I am thinking, and I'm pretty sure that's good. I'm pretty sure that for me, it is progress in a good direction. I'm studying in James, where in the first chapter he emphasizes the importance of not just hearing truth, but actually applying it practically and living accordingly. It's important, yo.
Anyway, I thought it might be interesting to provide a description of our Atlantic crossing – maybe it's interesting. :-) We left from Dominica after some major complications regarding a tax that Customs threw at us at the last minute – basically they were just trying to gouge us, but they were insistent and we couldn't leave until we had reached a conclusion and been cleared. We had planned to leave mid-afternoon, but instead there was a high-drama meeting on board that lasted all night. Finally at almost midnight, they reached some sort of a temporary consensus and I watched on the webcams from my bed as they left the ship and we were finally able to leave.
We have had wonderful weather for the most part – so many people have been praying and I am so thankful to them and to God, because bad weather in the middle of the Atlantic would really have been traumatic for me, I think. We have also been generally spared from seasickness, which is fantastic. My friend Elly, who usually gets really sick, bade us “goodbye” the day we left – not expecting to see much of us for the duration of the sail, since she usually just spends sails curled up in her room. But the next morning, and every morning since then, she's been up and around, feeling fine. Many other people are the same. Whether due to good medication, the ship's constant movement in Dominica which sort of prepped us for the sail, or sheer providence, I couldn't say, but it's definitely a blessing.
I've been working in the pantry, washing dishes. It's been great – it is overall so easy and we have fun. For me it doesn't even really feel like work because for me, work is equated with being in the book fair and dealing with lots of emotional stress – working with difficult people, etc. Hanging out in the pantry with happy people still feels kind of like vacation for me – it's such a nice break!!! Sometimes it turns into a complicated juggling act, though, thanks to the ship's rolling. I generally unload and sort the clean dishes, and it's entertaining. Today I was there by myself, so the big game was timing my steps in between the rolls. For example, do I have enough time to slide across the dish pit, put away this silverware tray, and hurry back in time to catch this tray of dishes before it goes careening backwards into the wrong side of the dishwasher??? Slippery floors + lots of wheels + constant tilting back and forth = a CHALLENGE. :-D
The stairs are another fun place to deal with the motion. In addition to walking into the walls and handrails, you also get to deal with significant changes in gravity depending on whether we are moving upward or downward. If you start when the ship is headed up, you just FLY up the stairs, no problem. But six seconds later, suddenly your feet turn into lead and the effort is just hardly worth it any more. Initially when walking around the ship I tried to act normal – walking in straight lines, not varying my speed, etc. But it's much easier actually when you just make friends with the movement and work with it. So when climbing the four flights of stairs up to the dining room (or the six to the top deck, or whatever), I usually RUN . . . and then stop. RUN . . . stop. I know I look like a weirdo, but it takes a lot less energy, which is a hot commodity when we are sailing and every normal daily function becomes more difficult.
A highlight for me was the night I had a Southern breakfast with the other U.S. Southerners on board – scrambled eggs, cheese grits, cornbread muffins, chocolate chip pancakes, hamburger steak (okay, leftover hamburgers from the night before), and sweet tea (its appropriateness for Southerners outweighed its inappropriateness for breakfast). :-D It had kind of an off-kilter feeling to it all, because of course it just wasn't the same as a big breakfast back home, but for the ship, where everything comes from the Netherlands, has to be gathered by creative means, and frequently requires substitutions for the key ingredients that we don't have, it was pretty impressive. Many people here hang out with people from their home country a lot – the Latinos have their preferred table in the dining room, as do the Asians, the Dutchies, the Russians, the Brits, etc. - but the Americans don't really hang out together. I don't know about others, but in the beginning I avoided being in a group of Americans because Americans already have their own stereotype and I didn't want to fuel it by becoming cliquish.
Other things I've done while sailing across the Atlantic Ocean:
- slept under the stars (didn't get much sleep, but it was still AWESOME)
- sewed a skirt - long enough that I can wear it in Muslim countries
- helped cook a Russian meal, and
- eaten raw fish – twice. (and NO, I didn't like it!)
Anyway, I thought it might be interesting to provide a description of our Atlantic crossing – maybe it's interesting. :-) We left from Dominica after some major complications regarding a tax that Customs threw at us at the last minute – basically they were just trying to gouge us, but they were insistent and we couldn't leave until we had reached a conclusion and been cleared. We had planned to leave mid-afternoon, but instead there was a high-drama meeting on board that lasted all night. Finally at almost midnight, they reached some sort of a temporary consensus and I watched on the webcams from my bed as they left the ship and we were finally able to leave.
We have had wonderful weather for the most part – so many people have been praying and I am so thankful to them and to God, because bad weather in the middle of the Atlantic would really have been traumatic for me, I think. We have also been generally spared from seasickness, which is fantastic. My friend Elly, who usually gets really sick, bade us “goodbye” the day we left – not expecting to see much of us for the duration of the sail, since she usually just spends sails curled up in her room. But the next morning, and every morning since then, she's been up and around, feeling fine. Many other people are the same. Whether due to good medication, the ship's constant movement in Dominica which sort of prepped us for the sail, or sheer providence, I couldn't say, but it's definitely a blessing.
I've been working in the pantry, washing dishes. It's been great – it is overall so easy and we have fun. For me it doesn't even really feel like work because for me, work is equated with being in the book fair and dealing with lots of emotional stress – working with difficult people, etc. Hanging out in the pantry with happy people still feels kind of like vacation for me – it's such a nice break!!! Sometimes it turns into a complicated juggling act, though, thanks to the ship's rolling. I generally unload and sort the clean dishes, and it's entertaining. Today I was there by myself, so the big game was timing my steps in between the rolls. For example, do I have enough time to slide across the dish pit, put away this silverware tray, and hurry back in time to catch this tray of dishes before it goes careening backwards into the wrong side of the dishwasher??? Slippery floors + lots of wheels + constant tilting back and forth = a CHALLENGE. :-D
The stairs are another fun place to deal with the motion. In addition to walking into the walls and handrails, you also get to deal with significant changes in gravity depending on whether we are moving upward or downward. If you start when the ship is headed up, you just FLY up the stairs, no problem. But six seconds later, suddenly your feet turn into lead and the effort is just hardly worth it any more. Initially when walking around the ship I tried to act normal – walking in straight lines, not varying my speed, etc. But it's much easier actually when you just make friends with the movement and work with it. So when climbing the four flights of stairs up to the dining room (or the six to the top deck, or whatever), I usually RUN . . . and then stop. RUN . . . stop. I know I look like a weirdo, but it takes a lot less energy, which is a hot commodity when we are sailing and every normal daily function becomes more difficult.
A highlight for me was the night I had a Southern breakfast with the other U.S. Southerners on board – scrambled eggs, cheese grits, cornbread muffins, chocolate chip pancakes, hamburger steak (okay, leftover hamburgers from the night before), and sweet tea (its appropriateness for Southerners outweighed its inappropriateness for breakfast). :-D It had kind of an off-kilter feeling to it all, because of course it just wasn't the same as a big breakfast back home, but for the ship, where everything comes from the Netherlands, has to be gathered by creative means, and frequently requires substitutions for the key ingredients that we don't have, it was pretty impressive. Many people here hang out with people from their home country a lot – the Latinos have their preferred table in the dining room, as do the Asians, the Dutchies, the Russians, the Brits, etc. - but the Americans don't really hang out together. I don't know about others, but in the beginning I avoided being in a group of Americans because Americans already have their own stereotype and I didn't want to fuel it by becoming cliquish.
Other things I've done while sailing across the Atlantic Ocean:
- slept under the stars (didn't get much sleep, but it was still AWESOME)
- sewed a skirt - long enough that I can wear it in Muslim countries
- helped cook a Russian meal, and
- eaten raw fish – twice. (and NO, I didn't like it!)