The last time I went whale watching was off the coast of Maine circa 2003. I was 12 years old, there were 40-foot swells and I vomited into my mother’s favorite hat. Naturally, we didn’t see a single whale. Since then I’ve been a little cynical about whale watching specifically and boats in general. Sure, I dream about sailing the Mediterranean (I mean,who doesn’t?), but in the dream I am always sitting on the deck of a 20-foot sailboat in calm green-blue waters, watching the sun set over Corsica while sipping a glass of Chianti and eating fancy Italian olives. It’s a great dream, but in reality, I get seasick. Continue reading →