We lived in England from June 1968 until September 1969. In that far off time it was prohibitively expensive to fly transatlantic (or so the parents told us) so we sailed (or rather, took transatlantic cruise ships)
We took the France home.
Apparently it was the largest, most stable, most marvelous boat available, with the shortest transatlantic crossing. So stable that no one could get sea sick.
The food was lovely. (Not that I could keep it down)
My stomach was tolerable only in the pool, feeling the salt water shift from side to side, and from 6 to 12 feet.
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