On these trips, the family analogy works to the good-no buried resentments and grudges allowed, all dirty laundry left home. One week is just right for the show of best behavior, with the best stories, the best and cleanest outfits, the favorite recipes, the laughing freshness of getting to know new people without enough time for stories to start repeating themselves. After Anegada, instead of going ashore every night, we started having potlucks and barbecues aboard, all of us easily gathering around Comet's huge tables. Peter's rum punches flowed, Piers downloaded his ridiculous wealth of local knowledge, music played, and just like with any family gathering, we all kept eating too much. Or, at least, I did.