I’ve not got many boat stories myself, but my mum used to live on a boat. It was a beached Thames barge on the river Medway near Rochester, and my cousins used to live on, and run, a floating b&b on two narrow boats in the west country. That sounded fun.
When I was in a bit of a precarious living situation in Oxford I looked at renting a house boat to save some money. Except it was only about £50 a month cheaper and I didn’t fancy the toilet situation. Or the swans.
I came close to buying a boat in the early 10s. Nothing special, just a dinghy. My plan was to sail her up the west coast past villages and towns and if anybody asked how I got her I’d say “I saved my money”
When we visited Salzburg, which is essentially a big boring Mozart theme park, we saw a tourist boat going up the river while some guide pointed out places where Mozart once ate a sandwich. When it got to the end they blasted out some really loud classical music (presumably Mozart) and the boat did a waltz (span round in circles a bit). Probably my only memory of Salzburg come to think of it.