I know that our Baltic cruise is almost here because I'm cleaning everything in our house. Once again, we are blessed because Marion and Mary Ann are coming to stay in our home and watch over all the critters. Thank you, M&M!
Here's our Norwegian Cruise itinerary:
Wed., May 30th: Fly Lufthansa to Frankfort, Germany, and connect to Copenhagen, Denmark.
Thurs., May 31st: Board the Norwegian Sun in Copenhagen. We'll be cruising with my sister and husband, Mary and Bob Larranaga, and our friends, Mary and Rick Weirich. The ship sails at 5 p.m.
Fri., June 1st: Wamemuende, Germany. The cruise line is promoting an excursion to Berlin, but we've opted to have a quiet day in port. To reach Berlin, it is about 3 hrs. via train and that just seems too much for the beginning of a cruise.
Sat., June 2nd: At sea. This is a day to recover from jet lap. We've planned dinner in one of the speciality restaurants on the ship.
Sun., June 3rd: Tallinn, Estonia.
Mon., June 4th: St. Petersburg, Russia. We're taking a 2-day tour with a private driver and tour guide.
Tues., June 5th: St. Petersburg, Russia. The second day of our tour!
Wed., June 6th: Helsinki, Finland.
Thurs., June 7th: Stockholm, Sweden.
Fri., June 8th: At Sea.
Sat., June 9th: Return to Copenhagen and transfer to The Square Hotel.
Sun.-Tues., June 10th-June 12th: Tour Copenhagen and surroundings. We may take the train to Malmo, Sweden, to visit the town where Roy's grandmother, Thyra Hanson Thorpe, was born.
May, 2011: Earlier in the week- Toga Night!
Someone in our group had the brilliant idea of having a Get-Acquainted-Toga-Party. Gee, I wonder who came up with that idea? Hmmm.
It was too cold to run around the villa on Monday so the Toga Party was postponed until Tues. Diane and John drove to Ikea in Bari and bought sheets for some of our group. Then then worked on making wreaths for us. We had brought our own sheets and gold-sprayed wreaths.
It was too cold to run around the villa on Monday so the Toga Party was postponed until Tues. Diane and John drove to Ikea in Bari and bought sheets for some of our group. Then then worked on making wreaths for us. We had brought our own sheets and gold-sprayed wreaths.
Again, Paul prepared many wonderful treats for us!
May, 2011: Catching up on the week
Fri., May 13th- We get up each day around 10 or 11 a.m. Because our room is dark and conducive to slumber. We had another big, late lunch. I joined a group going to the supermarket for TP and H2O. We had to place our purses into a locker and could retrieve them when ready to pay.
We napped prior to the wedding renewal service.
Shortly before seven, we drove Ty and Jennifer L. To the old church. It was built around 1050 AD.
The 92 yr. Old Monsignor spoke no English. John's niece Lucy, played guitar and sang a song that had Roy chuckling. Fortunately, it had "halleleuah" in the chorus so the Monsignor thought it was a religious hymn.
Paul sat behind Diane and John and translated. It was very moving.
Back at the villa, there was a three piece band. then the huge banquet. More food!
We napped prior to the wedding renewal service.
Shortly before seven, we drove Ty and Jennifer L. To the old church. It was built around 1050 AD.
The 92 yr. Old Monsignor spoke no English. John's niece Lucy, played guitar and sang a song that had Roy chuckling. Fortunately, it had "halleleuah" in the chorus so the Monsignor thought it was a religious hymn.
Paul sat behind Diane and John and translated. It was very moving.
Back at the villa, there was a three piece band. then the huge banquet. More food!
May, 2011: Italy-Food...food...food
Mon., May 9th
Our day started with espresso and fresh pastry. Roy and went for a long walk on the Via Appian.
Then it was time for a late lunch prepared by Paul and Nicola.
We finished the feast and everyone adjourned for naps.
Roy and I took a quick motor tour of Terlizzi. It looks like a good place to explore. The shops are closed from 1-5 p.m. After we retuned, it was rest time. When we joined the group again, it was raining and much cooler outside.
Some went out for pizza, one group went to a restaurant for gluten-free pasta. Not wanting to eat too much, we drove to town to join a group who found a nice restaurant. Little did we know what an adventure it would be!
I think our dinner began shortly after 9 p.m. We weren't sure what we were ordering as our waitress didn't speak any English. We finally gave up trying to translate the menu and managed to communicate to her that we'd let her decide what we should eat. How many courses did we have? I think I recall eight. Outstanding meal!!!! We closed the restaurant at 12:15 a.m.
Our day started with espresso and fresh pastry. Roy and went for a long walk on the Via Appian.
Then it was time for a late lunch prepared by Paul and Nicola.
We finished the feast and everyone adjourned for naps.
Roy and I took a quick motor tour of Terlizzi. It looks like a good place to explore. The shops are closed from 1-5 p.m. After we retuned, it was rest time. When we joined the group again, it was raining and much cooler outside.
Some went out for pizza, one group went to a restaurant for gluten-free pasta. Not wanting to eat too much, we drove to town to join a group who found a nice restaurant. Little did we know what an adventure it would be!
I think our dinner began shortly after 9 p.m. We weren't sure what we were ordering as our waitress didn't speak any English. We finally gave up trying to translate the menu and managed to communicate to her that we'd let her decide what we should eat. How many courses did we have? I think I recall eight. Outstanding meal!!!! We closed the restaurant at 12:15 a.m.
May, 2011: Italy: Arrived at Villa Capelli
Thank heavens that Jennifer, our daughter, plugged the coordinates for Villa Cappelli into our Garmin GPS! Our brains were so fuzzy after the overnight flight that we never would have been able to navigate from the Bari Airport to Terlizzi without the electronic aid.
After greeting everyone, we went to rest before dinner. That was a big mistake! Once my head hit the pillow, I didn't want to get up. Roy decided to join me and we turned out our lights. Diane attempted to wake us around 8 p.m. for dinner, but I mumbled something about wanting to sleep.
A few minutes later, hunger motivated me to stumble out of bed and try to wake Roy. By this time, he was sound asleep and food didn't interest him as much as his pillow. I joined the group over at the main house for dinner which Paul had prepared.
While the meal is a blur, I remember enjoying it and the house red wine.
After greeting everyone, we went to rest before dinner. That was a big mistake! Once my head hit the pillow, I didn't want to get up. Roy decided to join me and we turned out our lights. Diane attempted to wake us around 8 p.m. for dinner, but I mumbled something about wanting to sleep.
A few minutes later, hunger motivated me to stumble out of bed and try to wake Roy. By this time, he was sound asleep and food didn't interest him as much as his pillow. I joined the group over at the main house for dinner which Paul had prepared.
While the meal is a blur, I remember enjoying it and the house red wine.
May, 2011: Arrived in Italy
The United Airlines overnight flight was so long, even in Business Class.
During the night, the cabin was very warm and folks were tossing their blankets everywhere. By morning, I peeked out the window just as we passed over the French Alps. There was heavy cloud coverage but the white peaks poked through.
Italian Customs was almost a "non-event" and we were waved through quickly.
We had a 5 hours to kill at the Rome Airport. We walked outside from one terminal to the next and enjoyed some fresh air. We found some plastic chairs, propped our feet up on our suitcases and let time pass.
Soon, we found Jennifer Lebin and we all checked our bags, and boarded the Alitalia flight to Bari. I was surprised as we flew east to see mountains and windmills below. I don't know what I expected, but it was an interesting flight.
Italian Customs was almost a "non-event" and we were waved through quickly.
We had a 5 hours to kill at the Rome Airport. We walked outside from one terminal to the next and enjoyed some fresh air. We found some plastic chairs, propped our feet up on our suitcases and let time pass.
Soon, we found Jennifer Lebin and we all checked our bags, and boarded the Alitalia flight to Bari. I was surprised as we flew east to see mountains and windmills below. I don't know what I expected, but it was an interesting flight.
Capt's Roy's Memories at the End of the Trip
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Karen's notes: Jan. 11th & Jan. 12th: The Trek Home
Wed., January 12th
My cell phone alarm sounded reveille at 5:25 a.m. A rooster, probably hearing the cell phone, began his morning ritual to assure that everyone would witness the rising sun.
Sallie and Roy scurried about, made a quick breakfast and walked to the airport. Once Sallie was safely through Security, Roy returned to the Beef Island Guest House.
Taya and Karen arose around 7:15 and puttered until time to depart for the airport. It was only a short walk but we decided to take a taxi since we had five heavy duffle bags. No sooner did we arrive than the Morning Monsoon blew through. We were very happy that we opted for the taxi.
All was going well until Taya was selected for bag inspection. Each item in her duffle bag was carefully checked. My goodness, the security agents at the BVI airport really do enjoy their work.
American Eagle plane...Great Camanoe Is. in the distance
The next thing of excitement was the delay of our inbound flight due to “mechanical problems.” By the time we boarded it, we knew that our San Juan connection was impossible.
True to our prediction, we had to go to a service desk at SJU to be rebooked. Taya was confirmed on a later flight to Miami and on to Dulles, with an arrival around midnight. We were put on the standby list for both flights. ARGH! We were then given confirmed flights for the next day and a voucher for today’s lunch.
A British-sounding woman next in the next line was becoming hysterical. One AA supervisor, in a pleasant voice, told her, “...we’ll help you again when you calm down...” The tension was great and we decided to take our new standby tickets, thank our agent for her help and go use our lunch vouchers. By thanking our AA agent, we must have located the last iota of her passenger empathy gene as she whispered that, “...there’s another AA Service Desk by Gate 12 inside the secured area.” Hmm. Was this a tip? We suspected that we were deemed nice travelers and she had shared a big secret. Smiling, we immediately departed that AA Service Desk and proceeded to seek the Tarnished Kettle at the End of the Rainbow.
Spotting the Super Secret AA Service Desk at Gate 12, we strategized that we’d present ourselves as eternally nice passengers and ask the agent to double check our flights to see if we could get home today. Upon greeting a smiling AA agent, I told her that we were going to be the nicest people she would meet today. We reported that we felt so sorry for the AA agents downstairs as they were struggling to rebook hostile passengers. To further connect with this AA agent, we shared that her harried colleague directed us to come to her Service Desk to recheck our flight.
Click. Click. Click. The AA agent’s fake nails attacked her keyboard. Frown. Another clicking attack on the computer’s keys. Another frown. Alas! No luck but she was very pleasant. She must have graduated from AA’s Customer Service Program with high marks as she genuinely appeared to care that we were stranded. Maybe she was worried that we'd ask to sleep at her home?
Thanking her profusely, we had accomplished nothing but felt better for trying.
I was quickly approaching a cranky stage so it was time to use the food vouchers. After two diet Cokes, some greasy fries and a turkey club, I felt better. I went to seek a WiFi connection by Gate 9 in an attempt to search the AA web site for alternate connections. Just as I was getting frustrated trying to connect to the internet, I heard our names paged. I found Roy still in the restaurant with Taya and told him we had to go back to the AA Service Desk at Gate 12.
Oh, happy day! Ruth, the AA agent and my new best friend, produced two confirmed tickets for us. She said she kept trying after we left and snagged the seats. She had paged us three times and almost gave up when I heard her.
We’re now heading to Miami. There’s not a seat to spare but we’re happy travelers now.
Happily Homeward Bound,
Karen
Tues., January 11th
Boo-hoo. Time to return the cat to TMM. Leaving The Bight, Roy hoisted the mainsail while Karen was at the helm. As we passed Pelican Island, the wind increased to 32 kts. We motor sailed to the point at Peter Island, hoping that the wind would significantly decrease once we were in the lee of the island. Instead, we spotted a storm moving west from Cooper Island. The wind increased significantly which meant we dropped the main.
The storm’s path was taking it directly to Road Town. We continued to motor but changed course to avoid the storm. We experienced only a few rain drops but the winds increased to 48 kts. The cat took the waves without any fuss. Shortly, we saw a full double rainbow and all was well.
As we entered the harbor, we phoned TMM for a slip assignment and then went to the Delta fuel dock on the east side. Okay. That was the next adventure as no one was manning the dock. It was difficult docking, but this expert crew defied the unattended dock and tied up. Roy sought out the dock man and we eventually left with twenty-two gallons of diesel to top off the tank.
Returning the cat to TMM went well. Jock, the Scottish TMM gent who checked us back in, complimented us. His exact words were, “I wish all the charter boats came back this clean!” Yes, Captain Roy made certain that his crew left the boat in a “ship-shape” fashion.
Interesting things seem to happen to us. As we arrived at the Beef Island Guest House, Laura, the manager, was looking a bit nervous. She gave me a nice hug and then told us there was a problem with our two rooms. The problem was that we were only going to get one room since a couple refused to checkout. She was offering one large room with four beds. Hey, we’d been living on a cat for a whole week. As long as we had a toilet that we don’t have to pump and our own bed, we were happy campers. Laura was quite relieved that we were willing to share the lodging.
Room #4 had 3 beds. Roy and Karen took "Papa Bear's bed," Taya claimed "Mama Bear's bed, and Sallie, being the most petite, was assigned "Baby Bear's bed" which was a large cot. The room had several large fans and the open windows allowed the Trade Winds to cool the guests. Taya was attacked by the window screen several times when the Trade Winds upgraded to gusts. Roy employed some of his tool talents and secured the aggressive screen in order to spare Taya from any further assaults.
Taya took a nap, while Sallie, Roy and Karen enjoyed a swim in Trellis Bay. Before dinner, Sallie repacked her carryon bag.
Sallie attempts to repack her carryon bag.
Sallie selects her travel wardrobe.
The thought of repacking is too much for Roy!
Trellis Bay and the metal fireball
Scrub Island in the background
The last swim at Trellis Bay
Then it was time to consume the last bottle of white wine. We dined at Da Loose Mongoose Restaurant and were in bed around 9 p.m.
Sweet Dreams,
Karen
Karen's Notes: Glorious Day After Choppy Seas in Sir Francis Drake Channel
We had a brief shower during the night. The drill is that each person secures the hatches in their cabin. This becomes an automatic responsive action as soon as the rain hits one's face.
Shortly after 9 a.m., Roy and I went ashore to purchase 3 gallons of water and a loaf of bread. Back on the boat, we prepared for departure and hoisted the main while on the mooring.
Leaving Great Harbour, we had out both sails but dropped them as we approached Great Thatch. The wind was gusting over 30 kts. so we motored past Soper's Hole and headed towards Norman Island. About fifteen minutes through the cut, our right engine started to squeal and then died. A cat has two engines and we had enough power. We contacted TMM by the boat's cell phone and arranged for a chase boat to meet us at The Bight.
Once we were on our mooring, we had a lunch of leftover pork tenderloin, grilled chicken and whatever else we needed to consume. Shortly thereafter, Roy, Sallie and I went snorkeling. Taya decided to rest and enjoy some quiet time with her book. The snorkeling was quite successful as we spotted a large Hawkbill turtle. I don't want to brag too much about the snorkeling in our special spot in The Bight because I don't want anyone else to discover it. We saw the TMM chase boat approaching and quickly swam back to the boat.
The starboard engine is located under the aft bed so the mattress was removed. The TMM crew descended into "the black hole" to attack the problem. It turned out to be a belt and the engine was repaired within a short time. We also found a hidden circuit breaker and were finally able to get the generator running again.
Sallie wanted to snorkel again and we entered the water shortly after 4 p.m. This time, we saw a very large spotted eagle ray. Oh, my! This has been a great day!
Shortly after 9 a.m., Roy and I went ashore to purchase 3 gallons of water and a loaf of bread. Back on the boat, we prepared for departure and hoisted the main while on the mooring.
Leaving Great Harbour, we had out both sails but dropped them as we approached Great Thatch. The wind was gusting over 30 kts. so we motored past Soper's Hole and headed towards Norman Island. About fifteen minutes through the cut, our right engine started to squeal and then died. A cat has two engines and we had enough power. We contacted TMM by the boat's cell phone and arranged for a chase boat to meet us at The Bight.
No time to snorkel at The Indians
Once we were on our mooring, we had a lunch of leftover pork tenderloin, grilled chicken and whatever else we needed to consume. Shortly thereafter, Roy, Sallie and I went snorkeling. Taya decided to rest and enjoy some quiet time with her book. The snorkeling was quite successful as we spotted a large Hawkbill turtle. I don't want to brag too much about the snorkeling in our special spot in The Bight because I don't want anyone else to discover it. We saw the TMM chase boat approaching and quickly swam back to the boat.
The starboard engine is located under the aft bed so the mattress was removed. The TMM crew descended into "the black hole" to attack the problem. It turned out to be a belt and the engine was repaired within a short time. We also found a hidden circuit breaker and were finally able to get the generator running again.
Sallie wanted to snorkel again and we entered the water shortly after 4 p.m. This time, we saw a very large spotted eagle ray. Oh, my! This has been a great day!
Sallie is thinking about the snow back home in Butte!
Karen and Taya playing musical chairs at The Bight
Karen, Sallie and Taya don't want to go home to the snow!
We're now cleaning the boat and packing. Our plan is to leave for TMM very early tomorrow. We need to refuel and get off the boat by noon.
Looking at St. John, U.S. Virgin Islands
Goodnight from The Bight, Norman Island!
Karen
Karen's Notes: Jan. 7th-Jan. 9th
Sun., January 9th
We departed Anegada at 9 a.m., had a great 15 mile sail and arrived at Great Harbour, Jost Van Dyke around 1 p.m. Of course, all times are approximate as we rarely look at a watch. What a treat! Great Harbour now has 10 mooring balls and our early arrival assured that we snagged one of these precious things.
We have so much food in our freezer that we ate lunch aboard. Today it was left-over steak that made great sandwiches.
We went ashore to Foxy’s to see his famous little beach bar/restaurant.
Karen, Sallie and Taya at Foxy's
Taya, Sallie and Roy on the main road
Great Harbour, Jost Van Dyke
Next, we walked the sand road around the town. The Methodist Church door was open and we went inside for a little Sunday prayer. I thought it was nice that the church was left open for travelers.
Sunday afternoon in my favorite church on Jost Van Dyke
Karen leaves her favorite little church
The Church yard
We circled back on the only other road in town and finished our walk at Foxy’s. Phew! We were hot! We bought 3 bags of ice and headed back.
Roy tied bumpers on lines and we used them for floats while we swam until dusk.
Tonight’s dinner will be grilled pork tenderloin. I anticipate a very early bed time as we are already sleepy.
Karen
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Sat., January 8th: The Anegada Crossing
We departed the North Sound, Virgin Gorda and were off Mosquito Rock by 8 a.m. Our heading was 005 magnetic. The winds were light which mean the iron wind was the only way to make significant progress to Anegada. Alas, we needed to charge the batteries anyway so off we went.
The only excitement was a flying fish. It was the largest we've seen and it flew over waves for many seconds. It was so bird-like that we were almost incredulous when it disappeared back into the ocean.
Whispering Pines Restaurant, Anegada
Arrival at Anegada was around 10:30, we got a mooring ball, chatted with Barry-the-Whispering Pines-dinner-recruiter. Heading ashore, we got a taxi to Cow Wreck Beach. The road is now paved almost a half mile beyond Neptune’s Treasure. Oh, happy day!
Roy and Karen at Cow Wreck Beach
"Where is everyone?"
Roy and Taya at Cow Wreck
Sallie working on a water color painting at the Cow Wreck Beach Bar
There was quite a crowd at Cow Wreck (e.g. there must have been a dozen other folks there). First priority was to hydrate with something cool. Mission accomplished. Roy and I walked down the beach and introduced ourselves to Walker who is on the TTOL chat board. A Texas resident, he has a home right on the beach and spends several weeks at a time here when he's not flying his plane. Walker gave us the super-secret snorkeling location which was right in front of his home.
Once in the water, Sallie and I spotted a lovely nurse shark. Now, we didn’t want to alarm Taya so we just hovered over the spot until she arrived. Pointing out the little cutie, Taya seemed pleased to see it and was ready to get out of the water. Hee-hee.
As Sallie got out of the water, one young man commented on how we all were “expert snorkelers” as we were well-equipped and far out on the reef. Har-har. It pays to wear funky swim skins to impress the adoring crowds.
A friendly Anegada beggar
Back on the boat in the late afternoon, we decided to take naps. Ours was interrupted by a male voice saying, “Is there a Karen aboard?” The man in the dinghy holding a run and Coke was Mike Kneafsey, a member of my TTOL chat board (see: www.traveltalkonline.com). He spotted our cat and knew it had to be “SMC Irish 68” and her gang. Mike visited for a while and then was off to find his charter patrons. We dined on fresh lobster at Whispering Pines, then walked along the shore to Neptune’s Treasure for Key Lime Pie. Back on the boat, we were exhausted from the sun, sea, and snorkeling. We were in bed by 10:30 p.m. again.
Happy in Paradise, I remain...
Karen
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Friday, January 7th: Virgin Gorda
The first plan was to move the cat to the dock when our slip was ready. Alas! There were two other cats who were also going to be in the slip and we had to wait for their arrival as we would be the last one. That would allow us to leave first for Anegada in the morning.
Sallie and Taya spent the day on the beach at Leverick Bay Marina. I wasn’t feeling well so Roy drove the rental car to a pharmacy for some OTC meds. Actually, I had a miserable night with my stomach and needed some day-time "z-z-z-z-'s" to recharge my batteries.
After running a few errands, we were back on the cat and another one appeared. “Hey, you’re in our spot,” came the somewhat friendly hail. Apparently, David erred and this cat did not cancel its reservation. No problem. We had already docked this little cat once and we ready to repeat it.
We pulled out, waited for that cat to tie up and then we backed into the slip again. Mother Nature, however, decided it was time to pick up the wind. First, our forward line was handed off to David's assistant and secured. The back line didn’t get to David in time and our rear started swinging toward “Te Manu” which wasn’t good. David was overseeing the docking. As David barked docking instructions, Roy tried to oblige. However, he needed the forward line to be released. David's assistant kept it secured which forced the rear of the cat to swing out towards "Te Manu."
Now it was getting dicey. The Captain of a boat is always in charge. Roy demanded that the assistant on the dock release the bow line and he had to comply with Capt. Roy's order. Roy powered forward, away from "Te Manu."
Mother Nature was still in the mix and she provided a gust at the wrong moment. Our nose started heading towards “Ethereal.” Wow! You should have seen the expression on the face of "Ethereal's" captain. He was flying over her deck, heading to the bow, in a desperate attempt to protect his precious charge. Capt. Roy, though, was fast at the helm and in control, stopping "Snowbird" before she mated with "Ethereal." Many years working as a launchman at a yacht club paid off!
Both of these events were just quick quirks of slip dockage, but it is embarrassing as there is always a crowd around when there's huge yachts on a dock. Within seconds, we were back in the slip, secured and the disappointed crowd didn't get to witness any bumper boat action.
Our cat "Snowbird" between "Ethereal" and "Te Manu" at Leverick Bay Marina
How would you like to back in between these yachts?
Now it was getting dicey. The Captain of a boat is always in charge. Roy demanded that the assistant on the dock release the bow line and he had to comply with Capt. Roy's order. Roy powered forward, away from "Te Manu."
Mother Nature was still in the mix and she provided a gust at the wrong moment. Our nose started heading towards “Ethereal.” Wow! You should have seen the expression on the face of "Ethereal's" captain. He was flying over her deck, heading to the bow, in a desperate attempt to protect his precious charge. Capt. Roy, though, was fast at the helm and in control, stopping "Snowbird" before she mated with "Ethereal." Many years working as a launchman at a yacht club paid off!
Both of these events were just quick quirks of slip dockage, but it is embarrassing as there is always a crowd around when there's huge yachts on a dock. Within seconds, we were back in the slip, secured and the disappointed crowd didn't get to witness any bumper boat action.
"Snowbird" enjoys the company of "Ethereal" and "Te Manu" at Leverick Bay Marina
Can you say, "Let's play bumper boats?"
A closer view of "Snowbird," our catamaran
Can you say, "Let's play bumper boats?"
"Snowbird" at Leverick Marina
It's tight with two cats in the same slip!
It's tight with two cats in the same slip!
Our neighbors on the dock were the mega-yachts "Idol" and "Ethereal"
Aft of the mega-yacht "Idol"
It had it's own security guards, nanny, etc.
Dinner was the BBQ on shore followed by the Jumbies performing. The Jumbies are some very talented young folks who dance on stilts. As much as I tried to hide, they kept selecting me to dance with them.
Taya and Sallie danced their way through the stilts.
One of the Jumbies about to fall into the swimming pool
It's her turn to fall into the pool!
The show was over by 10 p.m. and we headed back to the cat. The mega-yachts had underwater lights to attract the fish. We sat on our catamaran for a few minutes to watch the tarpon swimming around the boats. My word! Those are large fish! After some star gazing, I think we were in our bunks around 10:30 p.m.Happy in the Islands,
Karen
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