Life at sea isn't the romantic adventure that most people think it is. Most days for me consist of staring at the water, eating, sleeping, watching tv and staring at the water again. Every couple of days I get to either load or unload the ship, but then it's back to the staring, eating, sleeping and watching tv. I think it's kind of funny that I used to get yelled at for staring out the windows in grade 4, and now my job mainly consists of it! For some reason, I just haven't been off the ship that much this summer. It always seems to be my watch in port, but last night I managed to go for a walk in Ashtabula, and got some pics to prove it. These pics came off my phone which explains their quality. Ashtabula is one of those towns on the south shore of Lake Erie that seems to exist simply as a railhead for the iron ore and coal towns of West Virginia and Pennsylania. Had some nice houses, and I ended up in a bar on the main drag with tin ceilings and walls.
