Now I've not hopped around the world on an Oyster, nor any other boat, for that matter. But if you were to ask me to name my favorite place, I might be inclined to say Bucks Harbor, Maine. We sailed there with another family when our children were still young. We worked hard to reach it and, once there, couldn't get enough of the hot outdoor showers, the nearby reversing falls, or the mussels we pulled off the rocks and steamed back on the boat. Then again, last spring during a Seawind Catamaran rendezvous in the Golfo de California, I woke up early one morning convinced that I was in the most beautiful place in the world. Pelicans dove for baitfish as our four boats sat in calm water surrounded by jagged rock walls. Ashore, green cactus grew boldly in the gravelly brown soil, and a one-lane dirt road wound enticingly up into the hills.