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Esmeralda, the apple of my eye, or falling in love at the Genoa Boat Show

October 20th, 2012

The first impressions of the Genoa Boat Show 2012 have been already described in the previous post and I’d rather not repeat myself. I’d been sniffing around for about an hour in the middle of brand new yachts and speedy cutters when at some miraculous point the crowd drifted away and I saw HER. HER was a gracious yacht with goldish sides monotonously rocking on the waves, sea and sunshine reflections hypnotizing the passers-by. Or at least one passer-by, which at that hour happened to be me.

Esmeralda yacht, Genoa Boat Show

Esmeralda yacht, Genoa Boat Show

 Tingling with excitement I launched a couple of surreptitious glances in the direction of the yacht to make sure there were no tubby Italians on board touching my new love with their prurient dirty fingers, inhaled deeply to stop my heart pounding, and made the first brazen move.

Her name was Esmeralda and she was this year’s newborn of Monte Carlo Yachts. As the company representative was expatiating on all the pros and cons (or rather on the pros only) of the yacht, I blissfully strode from cabin to cabin lost in admiration. The interiors were as ravishing as the exteriors, with soft colours and welcoming atmosphere.

Esmeralda yacht, Genoa Boat Show

Esmeralda yacht, Genoa Boat Show

Esmeralda yacht, Genoa Boat Show

Esmeralda yacht, Genoa Boat Show

Esmeralda yacht, Genoa Boat Show

Esmeralda yacht, Genoa Boat Show

Esmeralda yacht, Genoa Boat Show

Esmeralda yacht, Genoa Boat Show

 I was having the highest time of the day and was already picturing myself on the prow of the boat hugged by a passionate sailor in some kind of the Titanic scene, when my ill-mannered tongue spoilt everything by venturing something like “How much is it?”.. The pink dreams vanished as if they’d never existed and the Titanic sank once again almost in front of me.

Well, it’s not that I was looking for a yacht after a year’s penny dropping into a piggy money-box… Being more of a mountain climber and tent sleeper type I wasn’t. And I don’t even have a piggy money-box or any other money-box, for that matter. But there are some people around who do and who are. I was actually hoping to gradually transfer my ardent affection onto them (people should share their passions, shouldn’t they?..). But the figure announced brought my Esmeralda from the range of innocent toys to the range of gripping hobbies. And there’s no one I know obsessed with yachts to that level.. and no one I know toying with millions. Anyway, hopes die last, and if you spot my Esmeralda with a lonely passionate sailor on board in some lovely harbor, just drop me a line.

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