While I should be writing

My mom

… is very much cooler than me. This is just one example, speaking of ships: my mother used to work on one. This was in the 70ies, before I was born, and it fills me with equal parts admiration and jealousy. She traveled from Cape Town, to Rio de Janeiro, up through the Panama Canal, and on towards Sac Francisco.

During these trips she did of course visit Santos, but what’s more: she also once worked on a ship named Santos.