The Crossing

Welcome to the phase of our lives which will now and forever be deemed, The Crossing.  When, exactly, did we stop cruising and begin crossing?  I think it was somewhere between Portugal and the Canary Islands. It’s transatlantic season!  The Canary Islands are the staging ground, and we are moving through with the masses of sailors…

Rolly Day Woes

If we’d thought we’d left England too soon, Alvor seemed an instant, English getaway on the southern coast of Portugal.  We walked down cobbled streets, lined with tiled buildings, chic cafes, and souvenirs fashioned from cork (grown in southern Portugal); few tourists meandered, but we noted those who did commented on the chochki souvenirs with Brittish accents.  Yesterday’s ‘Sunday…