The Hollerbachs had been to Lake Garda, and it was Marc who told me I must get there someday, and, if I ever did, I'd have to bring my wife. He was absolutely right. The exhaustive family planning on the front-end—saving our pennies, and cashing in every card we had with grandparents—resulted in the regatta of a lifetime. I'm sure I would have had fun hanging with the other RS100 guys after sailing, but having my wife in the mix made it more fun for all.
The beauty of Riva del Garda as a regatta destination is that it's also a pefect venue to share with a spouse. The late-morning starts gave us time in the morning for a peaceful, kid-free breakfast, and while I went racing, she happily hiked, shopped, swam, read a book, explored the lake by ferry, lunched with other spouses, and most importantly, relaxed. What was best of all, though, was having her waiting at the sailing club at the end of a long day, smile on her face and a rum and pineapple for me in hand, posing that simple question: "How'd you do?" It's a question far better answered in person than over the phone, several thousand miles away.