Fantasy Incall pt. 2

A house boat.  No worries over people knowing where to find you and a plethora of sweaty, sun-kissed water lovers for me to seduce.  I like it.  I could tour the Hudson, the Wabash, and if a review claimed that we toured the Greek Isles, the author would have sands from Crete still resting on the soles of his shoes.

A houseboat like that could cross the Atlantic, maybe?