Really, shouldn’t sea legs be genetic?
I’m an Ancestryaholic, and it seems to me I come from long lines of old salts. A woman on my mother’s side, seeking an ocean view, made her husband move the family from the old homestead to a fjord-side home three miles away. This was in 1800s Norway, where farms are kept for generations, so it was quite something for great-great-great-grandma Sollie to get her way.
I’ve tried to embrace my seafaring heritage, but I just can’t seem to kick the nausea that comes immediately with stepping onto a vessel. I’ve literally gotten sick from riding on a boat within the harbor. Read More →