Last week, I turned 30—and had a most surreal birthday.
I was sailing in the British Virgin Islands with a bunch of people I love and we went to visit Richard Branson on Necker Island. He was more hospitable than I could have imagined and after lunch challenged our party to a Hobie Cat race—of course he recruited all the women to his boat—I was the captain of the opposing vessel. He knew his home waters and ended up four boat lengths ahead as David, Jonathan, and I figured out the boat. We came damn near seizing victory at the end with a very bold move cutting between some corral reefs and having to pull the rudders to avoid disturbing them.
The day ended in an infinity pool with champagne looking over a flock of pink flamingos in paradise while we talked about my current project, Kitchensurfing. This third decade looks to be off to a charmed start.
photo: jonathan harris