Every few years, Ryan’s parents invite the entire family on an adventure sailing trip in the British Virgin Islands. They rent a large catamaran, comfortable enough to sleep eight of us—including Ryan’s oldest brother David, his wife Jenny, and their two daughters, Stella and Lucia. The boat has four cozy bedrooms and four bathrooms on the lower level, while the living space is located upstairs, along with a tiny kitchen equipped with a small propane stove. It never felt cramped, except for the brisk navy showers before bedtime, where we would quickly scrub off the layers of sunscreen and salt from our daily snorkeling adventures, using as little water as humanly possible in a space about the size of a phone booth.
