sailing in circles

I am back in Sussex. Now it is all a dream. I loved the days at sea. I could have sailed in circles on the Atlantic. I had booked a passage. It marked leaving one part of my life and entering another. There turned out to be more to it than I ever imagined. it became a dream passage to the next stage of my living.

veg day

Yesterday my internal clock readjusted itself. My luggage caught up to me and I made myself a cup of coffee and sat out on my son's deck. Today it was back in the air again, from Montreal to Toronto and from Toronto to Halifax. Tomorrow it will be back to Sussex and back to work.

first day

I am almost back. I am in Montreal. There is no snow. Yesterday I flew over Nova Scotia, and there seemed to be an awful lot of snow. If I could have jumped I would have been home yesterday. I arrived last evening. My luggage arrived this morning.
We flew to Florida on March 14 and boarded the ship. It slipped away in the dark. In the morning I peeped out the window to this view. So up and dressed and out and on to a tender and then on to the beach on a private island in the Bahamas. It seemed that we had entered some sort of time warp. We snorkeled and and lazily followed the fish. There was nothing else in the world.

Then we slipped away again in the evening and sailed across the Atlantic for seven dreamlike days. On the eighth day we reached landfall. By the end of the voyage we had sailed 5,548 nautical miles.

Cadiz

I have no idea where the picture went and I am running out of time on the slot machine computer that is beside the bar in this arcade in Cadiz. I feel totally inadequate and computer dumb. And as soon as I get out of here (the arcade)I shall go back to having a wonderful time. Maybe I should get something from the bar as it is after 11 am and then I´ll feel better about it all.

Funchal

Land at last after seven glorious days at sea! Using the internet on the boat costs hundreds of dollars - so here I am at a government station availing myself of the Portuguese services - somewhat handicapped as these are my first hours in Portuguese and I haven´t caught on as of yet. So what is it like? Like heaven with the usual little streets, flowers everywhere, tiled homes and cobbled streets with fantastic shops. I am in Madeira. The ship is great and the crossing was smooth. And see, I am still here. Everyone was dispairing of ever hearing from me again, I know, well, I hope.

breakfast conversation

We were having this conversation over breakfast and my grandson asked me if I was going to put it on the blog. So here it is. What do you call this piece of furniture? It appears that "chesterfield" is an only-in-Canada word. Who knew ..and wait for it. The anagram of my name is "the jury drip" while their father is, "asexual coy nerd". And I am like the dog with freckled hands (paws) and brown eyes. Conversations with nine and seven year olds are filled with surprises.

first stop

First stop is Halifax to drop off the cats so they can spend their vacation with Lola. I was taking a picture of the luggage when Lola ingratiated herself into the picture. The cats are hiding.
I was packing yesterday; putting stuff into my deceased dad's thirty year old suit case and the back pack that has made its way to Indonesia, Vietnam, Ghana and darkest Colorado. I began to think that they would not make the grade. So I extravagrantly went and bought a new case: plaid so I could recognize it easily on the luggage carousel. So here it is with my back pack on top, packed and on the road.