Sailing on the Mediterranean

I've been craving a getaway lately. It's really been on my mind. Like a lot. Alas, as I cannot afford any such trip, I have decided to go through some of my old photos in a pathetic attempt to drum up old feelings of excitement and adventure to remind myself that I used to be interesting. Here is one of my favorite images of my former life.

Welcome to the Mediterranean Sea on the French Riviera. Though I have never been sailing in my life, it would be hard to pass up this sparkling, azur view: blue, as far as the eye can see. (Ribbers would be supremely geeked as he often shouts, to total strangers, "MY FAVORITE COLOR IS BEE-LOOOOOOO!!!!") Plus, the bouillabaisse is bitchin' in the south of France.

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