Today is our sixth full day at sea. We by-passed our first port of call, Bermuda, because of the island’s discomfort with the number of Covid cases on ship. Currently we are with mandatory face masks when not on an outside deck. So far we have continued to dodge the illness, but I don’t want to say that too loud and jinx our good luck.
Tomorrow when we dock in Ponta Delgada on the Island of Sao Miguel, Azores, I’ll have internet and be able to post this. I don’t know whether it is Cunard’s propensity for sticking to old world charm, or being out in the middle of the Atlantic, but internet has not been accessible. Truth, I am missing it. Living in the moment is nice but checking in occasionally to see how people in my world are doing would be nice too. This need to know is compounded with some dear friends facing medical challenges and dropping in to see how they are and giving some words of support would make me feel more at ease.
Friends / Family communication aside, what a luxury to have the day with nothing to do but self-indulge. Room service breakfast on our balcony while being lolled by the sound of the sea. A morning of exercise, deck laps, weights and yoga, burning sufficient calories to squelch any hesitation with scarfing down the sensational food. No demands on time, taking guilt free naps, reading and writing. Entertainment galore. Do lots or do nothing…
“Time is a brisk wind, for each hour it brings something new.” Paracelsus Have you ever gone on a vacation anticipating loads of time to catch up on your reading, do some writing if so inclined, only to find you didn’t squeeze much of this in? Well that’s me. The intention was there to fit… Read More Tale of Three Cities
My father grew up on Galway Road. In Canada. It was a farming community north of Toronto, where many Irish immigrants settled. They named their road as a reminder of home. One of six boys and two girls, the Allen boys lived up to their Irish roots. They worked hard, liked their drink, and family… Read More Galway Girl
Random thoughts my minds-eye has taken note of during this trip that remind me I’m not at home.
In no particular order:
~ Where are all the homeless people? We saw maybe one street person in Barcelona, a handful in London and Wales and of the six places we have visited so far in Ireland it wasn’t until we got to Galway that we have seen a total of three men sitting on the sidewalk with a blanket and money cup. The blankets are so clean and comfy looking they give the appearance it could be more of a day job.
… Read More This & That & Not So Much
You can’t visit Ireland without bumping into a church. These impressive buildings dominate the skyline in cities and small towns and beg to be visited. You can’t enter a city or town that doesn’t have its very own castle. Ross Castle, 15th century in Killarney. Doonagore Castle 16th century, in Doolin. We see this… Read More Churches, Castles, Donkeys and Beer
Some of my best and often surprising experiences have resulted by taking a detour. Waterford, Ireland wasn’t top of the list to visit. Johnny joked I shouldn’t be anywhere near a crystal factory with my history of breaking things. Our travels tend to revolve around nature. Which is why we booked Killarney – Ring of… Read More Detours
Today, we are remembering 9/11, the heroes, the victims, the surreal dark cloud that engulfed the world. It didn’t matter where we lived, who we had sex with, what box we checked at the voting booth, we all came together for a brief moment in tragedy, changed forever by the horrific terrorist act. Last week… Read More 9/11 and Waterford Crystal