Crimes of Our Fathers

I had a disturbing call recently with a close friend, who lives in Europe. Her husband, one of the nicest people I’ve ever known, is having some significant health issues brought on my work-related stress. I’d seen him a year ago at Christmas and he seemed to be on the mend, but since then tookContinue reading “Crimes of Our Fathers”

Peoples & Cultures are Neither Homogeneous nor Heterogeneous

In my post, How Fresh is Fresh? I wrote about my first trip overseas to Italy. What an eye opener that was. But as I reflect on the different cultures I’ve experienced, I realize my first true culture shock happened in the USA, when I arrived in Seattle in the fall of 1969. Seattle was notContinue reading “Peoples & Cultures are Neither Homogeneous nor Heterogeneous”

Catastrophizing at Sea

I’m currently visiting my friends for 40+ years in northeastern Italy, in a little town called Budoia. At the very foot of the Dolomites (a portion of the Alps), I first came here while stationed at Aviano Air Base in 1976. Last night, while returning relatively late, it turned out, in spite of having allContinue reading “Catastrophizing at Sea”

Hindsight is Not Always 20-20

Despite my accomplishments this past year, another 2500 miles behind me, the Golden Gate in front of me, the Baja bash, Panama Canal, the Atlantic Ocean, behind me, I wonder if I did not make some big mistake. For not the first time, I wondered about my sudden decision to flee northern Europe two yearsContinue reading “Hindsight is Not Always 20-20”

Envy

So, I was reading the adventures of M/Y Dirona as she crosses the North Atlantic. Check out Dirona’s Atlantic Passage It made me envious; I know, that’s ridiculous, but still. Dauntless spent two and a half years in Northern Europe because I knew we would like it. The weather, the people, the cultures all, theContinue reading “Envy”

Q & A After the Atlantic Crossing

My Friend Alfa Mike asked the following, so I thought I would share with everyone: >Do they speak a lot of English Language in Martinique or is it all French? some English, once in a while, you need to know some basic French. > What have you seen & experienced there? This past weekend, we droveContinue reading “Q & A After the Atlantic Crossing”

What Happened to Me?

Yikes, looking at this Blog, I’m still in Rota, Spain. That seems like eons ago! So, while Micah and my friend Larry explore Morocco, I will take this opportunity get caught up. Maybe my lack of writing has been a function of the cruising conditions. Getting back to Dauntless after a month the sigh ofContinue reading “What Happened to Me?”

The Price of Friendship

This month marks 40 years since I first set foot in Italy.  Arriving on the plane from the U.S., landing at Malpensa (north of Milan), we needed to get a domestic flight from Linate (closer to Milan).  This meant a bus ride through parts of Milan to get from one airport to the other. HavingContinue reading “The Price of Friendship”

There, But for the Grace of God, Go I

While I was stressing about my scratch, I got an email that referred me to this link about Ghost Rider, a Nordhavn 47. http://mv-ghostrider.blogspot.com/2016/09/08-aug-ghost-rider-down.html It’s a heart wrenching story; difficult enough to live though, probably even harder to write about. So that ended my pity party pretty quick. I had a close call with aContinue reading “There, But for the Grace of God, Go I”

Go West, Young Man, Go West

OK, I’m not so young anymore; well at least not physically. Yesterday, I decided to tackle the laundry basket of papers, books, magazines and miscellaneous stuff that should have been thrown away last year.  OK, actually two laundry baskets, plus a few smaller bins. My bicycle was also part of the melee, the last timeContinue reading “Go West, Young Man, Go West”

Even the Weatherman Needs to Look Out the Window Once in a While

Being tied up in the Puerto Deportivo de Rota these last few days has been a welcome respite from the wind and waves that give Dauntless it’s gentle rocking motion. It has also given me a break; time to relax, while not having to plan the next day’s, week’s destinations. So as I lay inContinue reading “Even the Weatherman Needs to Look Out the Window Once in a While”