Comment | I remember flying from Roda, Spain to Genoa, Italy where the ship was
supposed to be. It wasn't, so I and another sailor took a train from Genoa to
Finale Ligure, Italy (Italian Riviera). We were anchored there for nine
glorious days. The captain and the mayor of the city were good friends, so we
were treated like royalty. I kid you not, the city even had a red carpet on
the beach to welcome us. The ship had just finished their Med cruise, so we
were on our way back to the states. I think it was during that return that we
encountered a large group of Russian trawlers. We really didn't know what to
expect but all turned out ok. I was only on-board for about a year. Near the
end of my duty I re-upped for four more years and two weeks later I married
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