It was everything I had hoped for. The pull and tug of the lines on the dock, the gentle rocking and the ambience of that crazy group of people who choose to live aboard boats. I used to be one of them and there's something in my bones that keeps calling me back to being on the water again. Living on a boat is a far cry from a five star hotel, it's independent and fierce, it's personal and in-touch with the environment. Lisa's place isn't a sterile, take-your-shoes-off-outside kind of place, it's down-home, practical and it's a shared space.

On the boat, I met a friend when I set eyes on Lisa, she epitomises her boat, warm thoughtful and cozy in the Polar Vortex that broke all of the records.

When we checked in, there were pizza slices waiting to fill us up. There were coffees, teas, hot chocolate and a big bowl of candy. There were leaflets and brochures and hints of where to find the best foods and things to do. Lisa made herself available so many times to give us a lift to and from the Sheepshead Bay station, waiting patiently as we were shown the best Russian foods in the Cherry Hill Market.

When we had to leave after 9 days, I left behind a friend and some wonderful memories of waiting out the biggest freeze in over a hundred years. With the movie theatre and Jordan's Lobster House's clam chowder only a 2 minute walk away in a fierce blizzard, we were set. We made memories.

Don't hesitate, Lisa's boat is a treat. Lisa is a treat. I'd be there again in a skinny minute if I could.