text:  Paris, Athens, Rome, Tripoli, Morocco, and then a long, long boat trip. Thousands of miles of water. The Azores, more water. I thought I'd never see land again. And oh, was I happy when an old sailor said, I smell land. It's 2,000 miles west. Now, Celeste, that's impossible. How in the world could a sailor smell land 2,000 miles away? It was Bermuda, and the natives were peeling onions.