Marin Maritime

Picture this: me and my ex, who I swore I’d never go anywhere with again, decided to stroll to the Marin Museum, because why not? 🎉 Oh, and did I mention I was basically crawling there with the sorest muscles from hell? Yup. Every step was like climbing Mount Everest... if Mount Everest were made of STEEP stairs and endless torture. 🧗‍♂️ Every. Single. Step. My body was screaming "OUCH" like I was a 90-year-old grandpa who forgot to stretch since 1992. 😩

Now, as if that wasn’t enough, we started exploring this ancient ship—where everything is so small and narrow, it's like it was built for hobbits or very brave toddlers. And of course, in typical us fashion, we made the most of it, telling each other creepy ship stories to spook the hell out of each other. 🛳️👻 Nothing says "bonding" like terrifying your ex with haunted sailor tales while clutching the railings for dear life.

Nightmares of working on ships? ✅ Claustrophobia in tiny hallways? ✅ But hey, we had a great time. #SoreMusclesClub #GrandpaEnergy #ShipsAreTinyAndScary #NeverAgainLeia mais