In order to meet the world in such a light, you must experience the present and live in the moment as openly as possible. Nobody forces you to sail to the hot spots, into the most easily reached areas. Nor must you sail in groups. And, once under way, you've usually got the ocean to yourself. There may be nothing overwhelmingly outlandish anymore in this world, but the exotic is still there. It exists in a microcosm. As stories. As your own stories. As personal tales of the beauty and exhaustion, which merge into one. You simply have to pick them up.
Just before Kicki and I sailed into the Antarctic, a friend who'd been there many times said to us, "I envy you. I envy you the experience of seeing it for the first time. Nothing can beat it."
Whether Antarctica, the Milk Run, or the Caribbean, the challenge is to search for the First Time. You can find it, everywhere. Actually, it's quite easy.