Dateline 16 June 2009. 10:00 pm.
SWT coming to you from our hotel bar in Milano, preparing to fly out in the morning. Only appropriate that I’m watching the USA and Italian teams squaring off in World Cup 2010 Futbal (soccer) qualifying match live. As I type this Italy just took the lead 2-1 at the 71 minute mark. Americans in the bar have complained about the refereeing – seems just like home and I’m back at one of Chase’s games.
We disembarked with nary an issue this morning after every passenger had to have our temperature taken by more Italian officials to confirm we weren’t carrying a fever. Can’t imagine what may have happened to those folks that may have had a fever with transportation requirements this morning.
We made our way to the train station to get to Milan. We were flying out of Milan versus Venice given some American Airlines options. Tracy and I packed more than some families of 8. I wore only 70% of what I packed. The life of a husband and father of three daughters has caused my estrogen to spike – between my over packing and lust for Victorio, I’m starting to show some disturbing signs of what my future may hold. I might be menopausal in 5 to 10 years. Our three bags and four carry-ons weighed cumulatively over 200 pounds – literally.
Took me no time at all to break out in an all out downpour of perspiration trying to hustle bags down train station stairs and up them. Squeezing on a train, struggling to find storage location and snaking some seats for the 2 hour train ride was unquestionably the biggest challenge and hassle of the 17 days. I was quite the visual attraction to the other passengers on the train.
We’ve been settled here at the hotel for 8 hours now, which has involved lunch, a 4 hour nap, dinner outdoors looking over countryside and now the close out in the bar. We board the plane tomorrow morning to connect through JFK and arrive DFW at 9 pm. We’ll be greeted by Lindsay and Chase – very excited about seeing them and holding them close. Bailey comes in for the weekend so we’re anxious to hug her as well.
My closing comments – this experience has exceeded my expectations and desires. Our travels included lunch in New York’s Soho, 48 hours in Barcelona, then days touring Nice, Monte Carlo, Monaco, Florence, Rome, Naples, Pompeii, Sorrento, Capri, Santorini, Athens, Dubrovnik, Venice and now Milan.
A special thanks to so many as I appreciate the input and support of family and friends allowing us to enjoy ourselves so wonderfully.
Tracy and I have shared time with wonderful people from around the world, witnessed some of the most lovely sites known to man, sailed the Mediterranean, Sea of Crete and Adriatic sea walked in many of Western Civilizations most significant cities, piazzas, buildings and locations all while further strengthening our 25 year marriage. Looking forward to and will soon begin planning for 50th.
I was going to add to that except Steve summed it up pretty well! I am thankful to my Mom for taking over my roles and responsibilities at home, to Lindsay and Chase for being so responsible and helpful with GG, and Bailey who kept in touch regularly and went home to visit while we were gone. Thanks also to the many friends who helped keep Chase entertained for the last 17 days! And finally, thanks to Steve for marrying me and sticking with me for 25 years and for inviting me to share in this dream trip!
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Venice - Magnificent!
Dateline Venice, Italy the city of canals – 14 June, 2009. Steve is now behind the wheel on this posting.
As we made inquiries to friends that had travelled to Venice previously, there seemed to be no neutrality. Venice illicits either scorn or praise. Some find it a turn off while others have suggested it is the most romantic city possible. I fall into the second camp.
Our Celebrity Summit ship approached Venice from the southeast at roughly 10:00 in the morning, traveling eastward along the southern side of the city. The views from the 10th deck, for me, were simply breath taking. The architecture and consistent colors of the buildings and towers grabbed a hold of me. We passed just south of St. Mark’s Square and its bell tower and clock tower. We eased by the mouth of the Grand Canal and slid into our slip. We’d hoped to depart at noon.
However, this swine flu pandemic has folks up in arms. The Italian officials delayed our departure by an hour as they had us file additional health paperwork, kind of a bureaucratic self policing policy. Pushing paper with no results.
A water taxi swiftly transported us to St. Mark’s Square. We toured the 900 year old St. Mark’s Basilica, we’re told one of the oldest buildings in San Marco. We viewed and photographed the entire magnificent square, from the bell with two male bell ringers atop the clock tower while enjoying the striking of the hour from the Bell Tower. Doge’s Palace is impressive as are the gondoliers all along the waterfront east and west along this strolling boulevard.
We headed off to Rialto, the bridge adorned with shops. Then traveled the Grand Canal, taking in a truly amazing engineering accomplishment in my opinion. We then journeyed to the island of Murano - the glass blowing and artistry capital of Europe. This quaint island removed us from the hustle and bustle surrounding Venice as we found it quiet, slow and simple on this Sunday afternoon. After some window shopping and a comfortable lunch water side, we headed south back to Venice’s St. Mark’s Square. We found the rooftop of Hotel Daniele that had been recommended as a site to drink and experience the gorgeous views. Perfection comes to mind as this hotel lobby is beautiful and the shaded rooftop was classic with the views southward overwhelming. Personally, I was loving the sight of hundreds of watercrafts of all sizes, shapes, makes and models throughout the day.
After drinks, we did as had been suggested by many; we savored a gondola ride with our gondolier Victorio. I found his accent stunning, his powerful biceps alluring and his looks absorbing, I lost myself in his eyes…I mean Tracy did.
I’d looked forward to a cocktail at Harry’s Bar – a tradition there in Venice where the Bellini is said to have been invented and claims of Hemingway’s haunt. However, we were rejected at the door as I was sporting shorts. We closed our last dinner back on St. Mark’s Square, surrounded by locals and site-seers, classic bands outdoors dueling each other. A wonderful wind down. Closing out with the water taxi to Summit.
As we made inquiries to friends that had travelled to Venice previously, there seemed to be no neutrality. Venice illicits either scorn or praise. Some find it a turn off while others have suggested it is the most romantic city possible. I fall into the second camp.
Our Celebrity Summit ship approached Venice from the southeast at roughly 10:00 in the morning, traveling eastward along the southern side of the city. The views from the 10th deck, for me, were simply breath taking. The architecture and consistent colors of the buildings and towers grabbed a hold of me. We passed just south of St. Mark’s Square and its bell tower and clock tower. We eased by the mouth of the Grand Canal and slid into our slip. We’d hoped to depart at noon.
However, this swine flu pandemic has folks up in arms. The Italian officials delayed our departure by an hour as they had us file additional health paperwork, kind of a bureaucratic self policing policy. Pushing paper with no results.
A water taxi swiftly transported us to St. Mark’s Square. We toured the 900 year old St. Mark’s Basilica, we’re told one of the oldest buildings in San Marco. We viewed and photographed the entire magnificent square, from the bell with two male bell ringers atop the clock tower while enjoying the striking of the hour from the Bell Tower. Doge’s Palace is impressive as are the gondoliers all along the waterfront east and west along this strolling boulevard.
We headed off to Rialto, the bridge adorned with shops. Then traveled the Grand Canal, taking in a truly amazing engineering accomplishment in my opinion. We then journeyed to the island of Murano - the glass blowing and artistry capital of Europe. This quaint island removed us from the hustle and bustle surrounding Venice as we found it quiet, slow and simple on this Sunday afternoon. After some window shopping and a comfortable lunch water side, we headed south back to Venice’s St. Mark’s Square. We found the rooftop of Hotel Daniele that had been recommended as a site to drink and experience the gorgeous views. Perfection comes to mind as this hotel lobby is beautiful and the shaded rooftop was classic with the views southward overwhelming. Personally, I was loving the sight of hundreds of watercrafts of all sizes, shapes, makes and models throughout the day.
After drinks, we did as had been suggested by many; we savored a gondola ride with our gondolier Victorio. I found his accent stunning, his powerful biceps alluring and his looks absorbing, I lost myself in his eyes…I mean Tracy did.
I’d looked forward to a cocktail at Harry’s Bar – a tradition there in Venice where the Bellini is said to have been invented and claims of Hemingway’s haunt. However, we were rejected at the door as I was sporting shorts. We closed our last dinner back on St. Mark’s Square, surrounded by locals and site-seers, classic bands outdoors dueling each other. A wonderful wind down. Closing out with the water taxi to Summit.
Dubrovnik - A Gem of a City!
Named as the gem of the Adriatic by Lord Byron
I must admit, that in spite of being told that Croatia was a beautiful country, I never really considered that it would be a highlight of our trip, considering all of the other well-known and well-loved stops we would be making on our cruise. But what a gem of a city it turned out to be.
There was a bartender named Maro, who we befriended on the ship (one of many, I might add), who was from Dubrovnik. We asked him about his city early on in the cruise and he said it was the most wonderful city on earth. Besides being a bit homesick, he spoke so fondly of his hometown and we were anxious to visit the places he recommended there and report back to him.
The only reference point I had for Croatia as a country was I know it was war torn in the early 90’s, so I expected that to be reflected in the city’s buildings and landscape. What we saw when we pulled into port was a beautiful city, with hillsides dotted with matching white stucco buildings with red tile roofs, overlooking the sparkling Adriatic. After a busy two days in Greece, we had planned for a beach day in Dubrovnik at the East-West beach recommended by our friend Maro. We shared a cab into Old Town with a friendly couple from Toronto (whose son, it turned out, was now living in Waco!).
Old Town was our second taste of the beauty of Dubrovnik. It was clean, open and surrounded by spectacular ocean views. The shopping district is very elegant and the streets, which are open to pedestrians only, are literally made of marble! There is a medieval-looking wall that surrounds the entire city that is 70 or 80 feet high, and is anywhere from 3’ to 16 feet thick at any given point.
We strolled casually through the town and passed through their famous entry gate, complete with a wooden drawbridge. We easily found the beach, which Maro described as one of the most beautiful in the world. He was certainly right about the water, which was a spectacular blue (but was very cold) and it had a perfect view of the fort and city gate and the old wooden ships as they sailed into town!! The fine sandy beaches that we are accustomed to are not what you find in many European areas and this was no exception. It was all rocks, and although they were smooth, it still made walking a bit of a challenge. And Steve’s love of reading while standing in the water became a core exercise while he tried to balance himself on the shifting rocks.
We spent a relaxing couple of hours at the beach before heading off to find the perfect lunch spot overlooking the sea, which was not hard to find in this lovely city. We topped it off with a gelato to-go as we strolled back to catch a cab to the port. I think that Dubrovnik, overall, was probably the most beautiful city we visited, with the resort-like atmosphere combined with the historic wall, matching buildings and cobblestone and marble streets. What a gem!
I must admit, that in spite of being told that Croatia was a beautiful country, I never really considered that it would be a highlight of our trip, considering all of the other well-known and well-loved stops we would be making on our cruise. But what a gem of a city it turned out to be.
There was a bartender named Maro, who we befriended on the ship (one of many, I might add), who was from Dubrovnik. We asked him about his city early on in the cruise and he said it was the most wonderful city on earth. Besides being a bit homesick, he spoke so fondly of his hometown and we were anxious to visit the places he recommended there and report back to him.
The only reference point I had for Croatia as a country was I know it was war torn in the early 90’s, so I expected that to be reflected in the city’s buildings and landscape. What we saw when we pulled into port was a beautiful city, with hillsides dotted with matching white stucco buildings with red tile roofs, overlooking the sparkling Adriatic. After a busy two days in Greece, we had planned for a beach day in Dubrovnik at the East-West beach recommended by our friend Maro. We shared a cab into Old Town with a friendly couple from Toronto (whose son, it turned out, was now living in Waco!).
Old Town was our second taste of the beauty of Dubrovnik. It was clean, open and surrounded by spectacular ocean views. The shopping district is very elegant and the streets, which are open to pedestrians only, are literally made of marble! There is a medieval-looking wall that surrounds the entire city that is 70 or 80 feet high, and is anywhere from 3’ to 16 feet thick at any given point.
We strolled casually through the town and passed through their famous entry gate, complete with a wooden drawbridge. We easily found the beach, which Maro described as one of the most beautiful in the world. He was certainly right about the water, which was a spectacular blue (but was very cold) and it had a perfect view of the fort and city gate and the old wooden ships as they sailed into town!! The fine sandy beaches that we are accustomed to are not what you find in many European areas and this was no exception. It was all rocks, and although they were smooth, it still made walking a bit of a challenge. And Steve’s love of reading while standing in the water became a core exercise while he tried to balance himself on the shifting rocks.
We spent a relaxing couple of hours at the beach before heading off to find the perfect lunch spot overlooking the sea, which was not hard to find in this lovely city. We topped it off with a gelato to-go as we strolled back to catch a cab to the port. I think that Dubrovnik, overall, was probably the most beautiful city we visited, with the resort-like atmosphere combined with the historic wall, matching buildings and cobblestone and marble streets. What a gem!
Friday, June 12, 2009
Greece is the Word
Greece is the Word!
Well, after a busy 4 days in multiple ports, we enjoyed a day of rest and relaxation at sea. We jogged on deck, sat poolside enjoying festive beverages and a good book. We were also entertained not only by the party band that played, but also by the guests from all over the world who were wearing bikinis and speedos without out a self-conscience bone in their bodies. Even after 10 days of eating and drinking too much, I felt pretty good about myself and my good sense to cover what should be kept hidden at this stage in my life!
But I digress, so back to commenting on seeing the glorious wonders of the world. One of the places I was most looking forward to visiting was Santorini. I had seen it in the settings of popular movies and in pictures in magazines, so I was anxious to see how it measured up in person. Let me just say that it didn’t disappoint. Despite having stayed up until 2 am dancing in the late night lounge (yay, us!), I awoke at 6:15 AM and was able to witness us pulling alongside the beautiful Greek island of Santorini and actually watched the sunrise over the cliff-top city of Fira. It was amazing! A quick ride in a tender boat a few hours later brought us to the tiny port at the bottom of the island – at the same time that two other cruise ships descended on this relatively small island! So imagine several thousand people arriving at the same time, where there are only 3 options for getting to the destination village at the top of the cliff: by cable car/gondola (for which the line stretch on indefinitely), by donkey taxi , or by foot (where you walked along the same steep and treacherous trail where the donkeys walked and did other business). We were adventurous and had planned in advance to opt for the donkey ride. The uphill trek is almost indescribable; but try to picture a very steep incline, zigzagging up the side of a cliff, where there are literally hundreds of people trying to go up the same path, with people on foot mixed among the 50 or 60 donkeys going upward (with no control or instructions provided to the riders) In addition to that, there are hordes of donkeys that are coming back down the narrow mountain, going against the upward traffic to collect more passengers below. It was incredibly hot and most of the walkers, who didn’t want to wait in lines for the gondola or the donkeys, were ill-equipped for the uphill climb amidst the stampede of donkeys. We even saw an elderly woman with a seemingly serious gaping head wound, being carried through the craziness in a Cleopatra –like device. It was 20 minutes of pandemonium where I doubted the sanity of our choice, but it was actually quite a memorable and laughable experience when it was said and done. At the top of the cliff was a lovely town with spectacular views of the sea and surrounding islands. After a beer in a hill-top café and some shopping for gifts in the very busy marketplace, we worked our way to the town’s bus depot and took a scenic ride to the other side of the island to the black sand beaches. We found a great beach location where a restaurant had chaise lounges and umbrellas that were free to use as long as you ate and drank - no problemo!! We of course made friends with our waiter, George, and spent the next 3 hours or so lounging, reading, napping and swimming in the Sea of Crete. The only bother was the constant flow of beach-side solicitors trying to sell us a massage (eew!) or knock-off sunglasses and handbags. As a side note, black sand on a 90 degree day in Greece is even hotter than white sand – but it was very cool to spend the day in such a unique setting. After a bus ride back to Fira and a gondola ride back down to the port (much less traumatic than the trip up), we arrived back on the ship. That night there was a fun party poolside, with a live band, dancing and a late-night buffet. We rightly skipped the spread of food, but we held our own on the front row of the dance floor and stayed until the band quit. And yes – we did do the Macarena, I am sorry to admit, but it was fun in the context of the night.
Today we docked in Piraeus, Greece, the port that is just 7 miles from city of Athens. We hadn’t heard great things about Athens, hearing that it was dirty and crime-ridden, so we were sort of luke warm about getting off the ship. There was even a tour guide strike which caused all excursions to be cancelled for the day, so we were concerned about getting transportation into the city. But we decided that we should at least make an effort to go in so we could see the Acropolis and the Panthenon. We easily found a cab and made our way to the site of historic ruins – and are we ever glad that we did! It was unusually hot and completely packed with tourists, but it was quite amazing to see. Much like the breath-taking vision of the Coliseum in Rome, it was hard to believe that the structures are over 2500 years old. Many parts are undergoing restoration, but even the scaffolding attached couldn’t deter from the vision of the aging stone structures perched at the highest point of the vast city of Athens. Afterwards, having seen the primary reason for our visit to the city, we ventured off to Plaka, a popular shopping and dining district, for a good Greek meal. It was a very pleasant atmosphere and it was in this bustling area and we were finally able to find a gift for me to buy Steve for our anniversary, which had eluded us at all our previous ports. After shopping and a nice meal, we made our way back to the ship by mid-afternoon, with enough time left to go poolside. So what had started out to be a day with low expectations, turned out to be quite a nice day after all. We ended it by skipping the formal dinner and chose instead to have a casual meal on the upper deck, complete with a jazz guitarist and the sun setting over the Greek Islands.
Antio, Greece!
Well, after a busy 4 days in multiple ports, we enjoyed a day of rest and relaxation at sea. We jogged on deck, sat poolside enjoying festive beverages and a good book. We were also entertained not only by the party band that played, but also by the guests from all over the world who were wearing bikinis and speedos without out a self-conscience bone in their bodies. Even after 10 days of eating and drinking too much, I felt pretty good about myself and my good sense to cover what should be kept hidden at this stage in my life!
But I digress, so back to commenting on seeing the glorious wonders of the world. One of the places I was most looking forward to visiting was Santorini. I had seen it in the settings of popular movies and in pictures in magazines, so I was anxious to see how it measured up in person. Let me just say that it didn’t disappoint. Despite having stayed up until 2 am dancing in the late night lounge (yay, us!), I awoke at 6:15 AM and was able to witness us pulling alongside the beautiful Greek island of Santorini and actually watched the sunrise over the cliff-top city of Fira. It was amazing! A quick ride in a tender boat a few hours later brought us to the tiny port at the bottom of the island – at the same time that two other cruise ships descended on this relatively small island! So imagine several thousand people arriving at the same time, where there are only 3 options for getting to the destination village at the top of the cliff: by cable car/gondola (for which the line stretch on indefinitely), by donkey taxi , or by foot (where you walked along the same steep and treacherous trail where the donkeys walked and did other business). We were adventurous and had planned in advance to opt for the donkey ride. The uphill trek is almost indescribable; but try to picture a very steep incline, zigzagging up the side of a cliff, where there are literally hundreds of people trying to go up the same path, with people on foot mixed among the 50 or 60 donkeys going upward (with no control or instructions provided to the riders) In addition to that, there are hordes of donkeys that are coming back down the narrow mountain, going against the upward traffic to collect more passengers below. It was incredibly hot and most of the walkers, who didn’t want to wait in lines for the gondola or the donkeys, were ill-equipped for the uphill climb amidst the stampede of donkeys. We even saw an elderly woman with a seemingly serious gaping head wound, being carried through the craziness in a Cleopatra –like device. It was 20 minutes of pandemonium where I doubted the sanity of our choice, but it was actually quite a memorable and laughable experience when it was said and done. At the top of the cliff was a lovely town with spectacular views of the sea and surrounding islands. After a beer in a hill-top café and some shopping for gifts in the very busy marketplace, we worked our way to the town’s bus depot and took a scenic ride to the other side of the island to the black sand beaches. We found a great beach location where a restaurant had chaise lounges and umbrellas that were free to use as long as you ate and drank - no problemo!! We of course made friends with our waiter, George, and spent the next 3 hours or so lounging, reading, napping and swimming in the Sea of Crete. The only bother was the constant flow of beach-side solicitors trying to sell us a massage (eew!) or knock-off sunglasses and handbags. As a side note, black sand on a 90 degree day in Greece is even hotter than white sand – but it was very cool to spend the day in such a unique setting. After a bus ride back to Fira and a gondola ride back down to the port (much less traumatic than the trip up), we arrived back on the ship. That night there was a fun party poolside, with a live band, dancing and a late-night buffet. We rightly skipped the spread of food, but we held our own on the front row of the dance floor and stayed until the band quit. And yes – we did do the Macarena, I am sorry to admit, but it was fun in the context of the night.
Today we docked in Piraeus, Greece, the port that is just 7 miles from city of Athens. We hadn’t heard great things about Athens, hearing that it was dirty and crime-ridden, so we were sort of luke warm about getting off the ship. There was even a tour guide strike which caused all excursions to be cancelled for the day, so we were concerned about getting transportation into the city. But we decided that we should at least make an effort to go in so we could see the Acropolis and the Panthenon. We easily found a cab and made our way to the site of historic ruins – and are we ever glad that we did! It was unusually hot and completely packed with tourists, but it was quite amazing to see. Much like the breath-taking vision of the Coliseum in Rome, it was hard to believe that the structures are over 2500 years old. Many parts are undergoing restoration, but even the scaffolding attached couldn’t deter from the vision of the aging stone structures perched at the highest point of the vast city of Athens. Afterwards, having seen the primary reason for our visit to the city, we ventured off to Plaka, a popular shopping and dining district, for a good Greek meal. It was a very pleasant atmosphere and it was in this bustling area and we were finally able to find a gift for me to buy Steve for our anniversary, which had eluded us at all our previous ports. After shopping and a nice meal, we made our way back to the ship by mid-afternoon, with enough time left to go poolside. So what had started out to be a day with low expectations, turned out to be quite a nice day after all. We ended it by skipping the formal dinner and chose instead to have a casual meal on the upper deck, complete with a jazz guitarist and the sun setting over the Greek Islands.
Antio, Greece!
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Cruising time - Barcelona on and now headed to Greece
Buon Giorno Baby – as of this post we have done the French Riviera and the western coast line of Italy – in grand fashion I might add!
Dateline – Approaching Sicily from the North, heading west and rounding the boot of Italy later today. Reporting from the spacious veranda of suite 6116 – 6th deck starboard side mid-ship. Current local time is 8:33 am or 12:33 am central in the States. This is the 9th day in the 6th month in the year of our Lord 2009. Your reporter – Steve “Scoop” Tomson. Please forgive me for any misspellings – I don’t have the energy to go back and spell check non-English words.
I’m going to attempt to share with those of you that have the slightest interest in the travels of Tracy and me some story lines of our adventures since leaving Barcelona. You’ll not offend me in the least if your common response is “who cares and why are those two so self absorbed”.
June 3 – we board the Celebrity cruise liner Summit in Barcelona. Easy check in for those of us in the suites and a nice offer for an invitation only dining experience in their premiere restaurant (for which we’d booked dinner on the 9th for an extra fee and which we’ve now canceled avoiding the additional cost). Dinner was wonderful and a nice launch to the cruise.
This is a good time to mention the staff – hard working, friendly, responsive and generous folks all. Those with whom we come in contact with recognize they are here to serve us and have demonstrated that with their actions – not a single troublesome interaction and in fact, each interaction is pleasant. Butler, maid, waiter, his second, wine steward, pool attendants, casino dealers, bartenders – all good. On first name bases with many, and like Barcelona, I must have a “free drinks” sign on my back because Jorge of Cancun in one of the lounges decided he was going to put me on the 2 for 1 Scotch special whenever his bar manager is not around. I love George…Tracy doesn’t seem to share the same compassion for him.
Day 2 on Summit – June 4 – full day at sea to get to Villafrance, French Riviera – nestled between Nice on its west and Monaco (Monte Carlo) on its east. Spent day poolside and acclimating our self to the boat. Relationship between George and I grows stronger.
Our dinner is in the primary dining room in the stern of the boat. Our table for 2 is situated 15 feet from the captain’s table where he is hosting dignitaries. Behind him are floor to ceiling windows looking aft towards the boat’s wake – lovely.
Day 3 on Summit – June 5 – arrive into Villafrance at 7 am. Tracy and I agree that we want to freelance as much as possible – we are avoiding guided tours and that fact that I’m generating this now demonstrates we’ve survived. However we’ve done so putting our missing of the boat’s departure in jeopardy three times now. If not for this reporter’s butchered use of his broken French, Italian and inappropriately at times slipping in a bit of Spanish, we might currently be working in a labor camp outside Orvieto, Italy. After room service provided by our butler Alex, we disembark from the boat via small boat shuttles at 8 am with three locations in mind – Monaco, Eze and Nice.
We catch the train east bound to Monaco and arrive in roughly 20 minutes. Magnificent port city where our first stop was to stroll to a café roughly 200 feet overlooking the port, city and the Prince’s home across the way upon the hillside. We hit the Monte Carlo casino early – not open to the public at that time, walked around the yachts docked in port, saw the disassembling of grandstands and bleachers from the Gran Prix of Monaco that was run a couple of weeks ago, then witnessed the changing of the guard at Prince Rainer’s castle (I believe he’s still the Prince of Monaco)
. Boarded train west to Eze.
Upon arrival at the stop for Eze, which is a cliff top village, mid-evil period, I spoke with tourists that had just arrived from on top. They did point out that between bus schedules, time spent up there and our available train options that visiting my consume 2 to 3 hours. This was time we felt better suited for Nice so we moved on west word.
Nice – we enjoyed a late lunch along the Mediterranean shore, people watched and savored each other’s company. We strolled north east through a prominent promenade full with fountains and activity. Our destination was Old Town where I stayed to enjoy beers while Tracy went shopping. Our designated time of reconnection was 4:00 pm which translates to somewhere between 4:15 pm and 4:30 pm for Tracy – not good. We headed for the train station with the need to be back out our boat transports no later than 6. We’ve been instructed that if we are not there by 6 we can take a beautiful photo of the boat as it pulls away without us. Nice’s train station was the largest of those visited earlier and much more confusing. We found ourselves desperate to find the train destined for Villafrance. We could also see the confusion reflected in the faces of 4 other couples (Tracy noticed a Celebrity Cruise Line bag in the hands of one of the men) several platforms over. I scurried over to them to join forces. After several conversations with locals and not so helpful attendants we awaited what be believed to be our last hope. Train arrives, we board and we unload at Villafrance – board transport with 10 minutes to spare. Problem avoided.
We leave port on time, 64 years and 364 days following the Allied forces’ D-Day invasion at Normandy liberating the French from German control.
It was our first fully formal night on the boat so I donned my tuxedo and Tracy looked smashing in her outfit. We are damn gorgeous people – no wonder our kids are so beautiful.
Day 4 – June 6 – our port of call is Livorna to disembark to Florence (Firenze) the centerpiece of the Renaissance movement. This was home to Michelangleo, da Vinci, Donatello, Giotto and countless others. We’d made arrangements for a bus transport (1 hour 15 minutes) through the cruise line to transfer us to Florence with other shipmates that would drop us off to explore Florence on our own. And explore we did.
Upon leaving the bus we visited Santa Croce piazza (plaza) moving we check in for our entry to Galleria degli Uffizi – perhaps one of the finest museums in all of Italy. The Piazza della Signoria is stunning with a church (basilica) phenomenal statues including a David copy and originals from hundreds of years ago. The people strolling around were entertaining including the first of many wedding parties we’ve witnessed while being here. Uffizi had much to offer but some of the highlights included paintings by Leonardo da Vinci and Michelangelo. We stopped by Ponte (bridge) Vecchio over the river Arno – 700 years ago where shops reside. Tracy shopped and I enjoyed a beer or two.
Then it was north to Battistero and Duomo – needless to show we are stunned by the architecture, attention to detail, the magnificence of the structures and engineering it took to create these works of beauty. We contemplated the 414 steps to the top of the campanile of the Doumo, but again felt our time (and my knees and energy) may be spent better elsewhere.
We traveled further north to Galleria dell Academia – the home of Michelangelo’s David. Seen by many as the most perfect sculpture of all time. David, slayer of Goliath, stands lean, with his weapon of choice, his sling over his left shoulder and draped across his back. It was embarrassing for me when so many patrons pointed to me and noticed the majestic similarities in David’s form and mine. It was also embarrassing when I was told – “no photograpia!” - Sidebar – I filmed in spite of the repressive actions of the Mussolini fascist museum guards. The Allieds win again! We did a leisurely stroll back to the Piazza Santa Croce to meet our group and catch the quiet bus back to the ship. Stopped by to say high to Jorge in the Rendezvous Lounge – 2 for 1 special still on for the big man.
Quite evening, nice meal, after dinner cocktails, music in the lounge. I did try to recreate David’s pose in our suite after showering – our mirrors must be warped. Placed a call to maintenance.
Life is good.
Day 5 – June 7 – arrived into port at Civitavecchia – the port city that is northwest of Rome (Roma) roughly 1 hour by train. We’d prearranged a private train available only for guests of the cruise – sweet way to roll.
It should be noted that today is Sunday and therefore, we knew in advance that the Sistine Chapel is not open to the public. We recognize that is a miss and are disappointed. HOWEVER, on the train ride our guide mentions that Pope Benedict will be addressing the masses in the Piazza San Pietro at noon – yeah, that Pope.
We tour the Basilica Di San Pietro in the Vatican – simply put, unbelievable. We took a moment on this Sabbath to pray in a prayer room in this magnificent church. La Pieta, Michelangelo’s sculpture of the Virgin Mary and Christ following his crucifixion that he did at age 24 is there. Sculptures, paintings, inlaid work - Every detail is awe inspiring. We visited the catacombs of the Popes. Amazing tombs including Pope John Paul II adorned with flowers and viewed by passionate followers.
At noon we were back in the square when minutes later Pope Benedict addressed the crowd in Italian, English and Spanish. He even extended a welcome to pilgrims from Texas – we don’t believe he was referring specifically to Tracy and me. We’d now consumed 2 hours of our 7 hours in Rome so moving on was in order.
Our walking moved eastward to the Castel Sant’ Angelo – 1500 years old on the Tiber river. From there we head further east over the river to see the Trevi Fountain and Palazzo della Stamperia. South down through the shopping district on Via Del Corso to the Pantheon and its open air dome. Mind numbing in the Piazza della Minena. Now carrying on south east to center pieces of Roman life originating over 2000 years ago. We arrive at the Roman Forum – the foundation of Roman social life, political and spiritual life dating back before the time of Christ. Stunning. Then the entertainment center represented by the Coliseum (Colosseo) and where we circled the monstrosity via the Piazza del Colosseo.
Our day was full indeed taking in countless other sites and experiences with miles of walking, viewing and absorbing. Breathtaking. But now we needed to traverse west to our train station.
Based upon the map I was using we didn’t seem to be making the progress I might have imagined. So I stubbornly inquired with a taxi and booked a ride – Tracy’s comment was that I had redeemed myself.
We chose lunch in a park just a “10 minute walk” to the station with roughly 1 ½ hours before departure. We enjoyed a leisurely meal with drinks, strolled to take more photos from this hillside area and witnessed another wedding party. 30 minutes to spare for our 10 minute walk. However, as we headed back, Tracy and I seemed to disagree on which route to take, I suggested the one provided by the cab driver yet she viewed as too dangerous. So we walked briskly through the park. Much like breathing and the Italian atmosphere, walking briskly makes me sweat profusely. After several minutes I felt as if we’d made a serious mistake. I spoke with several within the park who redirected us back to our entry way and down the “dangerous” road. After much scowling and silence between Tracy and I we arrived with 2 minutes to spare. Ain’t love grand.
Needless to say we were exhausted after as full a day as I can remember in one of the truly great and powerful cities of our human history. I ate it up and walked away thrilled.
We dined casually this evening, in an outdoor restaurant looking out over the stern of the boat. We visited the casino for a couple of hours feeling little pain in our wallets and our bodies. Comfortable and complete was how the day ended.
Day 6 – June 8 – arrive into port in Naples.
Naples is a city that as reported to us by previous travelers has little to offer. Our pretrip research had suggested Pompeii and Capri – so again we were off to start our day. We left the boat with a mile or so to the train station. Gritty, traffic filled, more impoverished than other areas we’d visited. But as always, those with whom I spoke with pleasant, helpful and with my broken Italian and blended English we still ultimately understood and communicated well.
As luck would have it we reached the train station just in time for me to literally dart on the departing Pompeii bound train as the last passenger, saving us 30 minutes or more of wait time.
Pompeii is amazing. Seeing Mount Vesuvio just north of Pompeii and trying to imagine the instance death to 2,000 of the city’s 20,000 inhabitants. The town was buried in 20 feet of ash that has preserved the structures and some of the frescos for 1,930 years. The housing, inner city road system, amphitheater, gladiator arena are incredible.
After nearly 2 hours here we journeyed by train to Sorrento – a lovely coastal town where we only strolled through. It was here that we caught the jet boat then 20 minutes later arrived at the fantasy island of Capri for lunch and light shopping. We needed to be back at the ship by 6:45 and we’d arrived on Capri at 3 pm. I told Tracy I’d allow her request of a 5:00 departure with the understanding that this is the last departing jet boat to Naples and it is a 50 minute trip. We understood the rules. Meet me at the café no later than 4:30. She’s evidently started paying attention and arrived at 4:29 – a new Olympic record for my bride of 25 years plus.
The ticket agent twice told me we’d be leaving from dock 3 – no confusion whatsoever. No destination signs are posted at the dock’s as you would find on a train platform. But as our 5:05 departure time neared, still no boat was at our dock. Yet dock 5 was filling up fast. At 4:57 I asked a local tour director and then a dock steward if my ticket applied to the dock 5 boat – Si they said and suggested I move swiftly. Tracy and I darted for the boat to be only a handful of the last passengers on board. Again, tragedy diverted.
So that now brings me to our current location –
Day 7 on the Summit – June 9.
We will be spending the entire day on the ship sailing around the southern coast to Italy and on to Santorini, Greece. We arrive that at 7 am tomorrow morning.
Today will involve poolside lounging, finishing my book on a history of western civilization, spending quality time with George and our second formal dinner of the cruise. I’ll be sporting a suit and a dashing new Italian tie Tracy purchased for me in Florence.
So until tomorrow – arrivederci.
When we have an opportunity I will attempt to email relevant photos instead of attaching to this blog.
Dateline – Approaching Sicily from the North, heading west and rounding the boot of Italy later today. Reporting from the spacious veranda of suite 6116 – 6th deck starboard side mid-ship. Current local time is 8:33 am or 12:33 am central in the States. This is the 9th day in the 6th month in the year of our Lord 2009. Your reporter – Steve “Scoop” Tomson. Please forgive me for any misspellings – I don’t have the energy to go back and spell check non-English words.
I’m going to attempt to share with those of you that have the slightest interest in the travels of Tracy and me some story lines of our adventures since leaving Barcelona. You’ll not offend me in the least if your common response is “who cares and why are those two so self absorbed”.
June 3 – we board the Celebrity cruise liner Summit in Barcelona. Easy check in for those of us in the suites and a nice offer for an invitation only dining experience in their premiere restaurant (for which we’d booked dinner on the 9th for an extra fee and which we’ve now canceled avoiding the additional cost). Dinner was wonderful and a nice launch to the cruise.
This is a good time to mention the staff – hard working, friendly, responsive and generous folks all. Those with whom we come in contact with recognize they are here to serve us and have demonstrated that with their actions – not a single troublesome interaction and in fact, each interaction is pleasant. Butler, maid, waiter, his second, wine steward, pool attendants, casino dealers, bartenders – all good. On first name bases with many, and like Barcelona, I must have a “free drinks” sign on my back because Jorge of Cancun in one of the lounges decided he was going to put me on the 2 for 1 Scotch special whenever his bar manager is not around. I love George…Tracy doesn’t seem to share the same compassion for him.
Day 2 on Summit – June 4 – full day at sea to get to Villafrance, French Riviera – nestled between Nice on its west and Monaco (Monte Carlo) on its east. Spent day poolside and acclimating our self to the boat. Relationship between George and I grows stronger.
Our dinner is in the primary dining room in the stern of the boat. Our table for 2 is situated 15 feet from the captain’s table where he is hosting dignitaries. Behind him are floor to ceiling windows looking aft towards the boat’s wake – lovely.
Day 3 on Summit – June 5 – arrive into Villafrance at 7 am. Tracy and I agree that we want to freelance as much as possible – we are avoiding guided tours and that fact that I’m generating this now demonstrates we’ve survived. However we’ve done so putting our missing of the boat’s departure in jeopardy three times now. If not for this reporter’s butchered use of his broken French, Italian and inappropriately at times slipping in a bit of Spanish, we might currently be working in a labor camp outside Orvieto, Italy. After room service provided by our butler Alex, we disembark from the boat via small boat shuttles at 8 am with three locations in mind – Monaco, Eze and Nice.
We catch the train east bound to Monaco and arrive in roughly 20 minutes. Magnificent port city where our first stop was to stroll to a café roughly 200 feet overlooking the port, city and the Prince’s home across the way upon the hillside. We hit the Monte Carlo casino early – not open to the public at that time, walked around the yachts docked in port, saw the disassembling of grandstands and bleachers from the Gran Prix of Monaco that was run a couple of weeks ago, then witnessed the changing of the guard at Prince Rainer’s castle (I believe he’s still the Prince of Monaco)
. Boarded train west to Eze.
Upon arrival at the stop for Eze, which is a cliff top village, mid-evil period, I spoke with tourists that had just arrived from on top. They did point out that between bus schedules, time spent up there and our available train options that visiting my consume 2 to 3 hours. This was time we felt better suited for Nice so we moved on west word.
Nice – we enjoyed a late lunch along the Mediterranean shore, people watched and savored each other’s company. We strolled north east through a prominent promenade full with fountains and activity. Our destination was Old Town where I stayed to enjoy beers while Tracy went shopping. Our designated time of reconnection was 4:00 pm which translates to somewhere between 4:15 pm and 4:30 pm for Tracy – not good. We headed for the train station with the need to be back out our boat transports no later than 6. We’ve been instructed that if we are not there by 6 we can take a beautiful photo of the boat as it pulls away without us. Nice’s train station was the largest of those visited earlier and much more confusing. We found ourselves desperate to find the train destined for Villafrance. We could also see the confusion reflected in the faces of 4 other couples (Tracy noticed a Celebrity Cruise Line bag in the hands of one of the men) several platforms over. I scurried over to them to join forces. After several conversations with locals and not so helpful attendants we awaited what be believed to be our last hope. Train arrives, we board and we unload at Villafrance – board transport with 10 minutes to spare. Problem avoided.
We leave port on time, 64 years and 364 days following the Allied forces’ D-Day invasion at Normandy liberating the French from German control.
It was our first fully formal night on the boat so I donned my tuxedo and Tracy looked smashing in her outfit. We are damn gorgeous people – no wonder our kids are so beautiful.
Day 4 – June 6 – our port of call is Livorna to disembark to Florence (Firenze) the centerpiece of the Renaissance movement. This was home to Michelangleo, da Vinci, Donatello, Giotto and countless others. We’d made arrangements for a bus transport (1 hour 15 minutes) through the cruise line to transfer us to Florence with other shipmates that would drop us off to explore Florence on our own. And explore we did.
Upon leaving the bus we visited Santa Croce piazza (plaza) moving we check in for our entry to Galleria degli Uffizi – perhaps one of the finest museums in all of Italy. The Piazza della Signoria is stunning with a church (basilica) phenomenal statues including a David copy and originals from hundreds of years ago. The people strolling around were entertaining including the first of many wedding parties we’ve witnessed while being here. Uffizi had much to offer but some of the highlights included paintings by Leonardo da Vinci and Michelangelo. We stopped by Ponte (bridge) Vecchio over the river Arno – 700 years ago where shops reside. Tracy shopped and I enjoyed a beer or two.
Then it was north to Battistero and Duomo – needless to show we are stunned by the architecture, attention to detail, the magnificence of the structures and engineering it took to create these works of beauty. We contemplated the 414 steps to the top of the campanile of the Doumo, but again felt our time (and my knees and energy) may be spent better elsewhere.
We traveled further north to Galleria dell Academia – the home of Michelangelo’s David. Seen by many as the most perfect sculpture of all time. David, slayer of Goliath, stands lean, with his weapon of choice, his sling over his left shoulder and draped across his back. It was embarrassing for me when so many patrons pointed to me and noticed the majestic similarities in David’s form and mine. It was also embarrassing when I was told – “no photograpia!” - Sidebar – I filmed in spite of the repressive actions of the Mussolini fascist museum guards. The Allieds win again! We did a leisurely stroll back to the Piazza Santa Croce to meet our group and catch the quiet bus back to the ship. Stopped by to say high to Jorge in the Rendezvous Lounge – 2 for 1 special still on for the big man.
Quite evening, nice meal, after dinner cocktails, music in the lounge. I did try to recreate David’s pose in our suite after showering – our mirrors must be warped. Placed a call to maintenance.
Life is good.
Day 5 – June 7 – arrived into port at Civitavecchia – the port city that is northwest of Rome (Roma) roughly 1 hour by train. We’d prearranged a private train available only for guests of the cruise – sweet way to roll.
It should be noted that today is Sunday and therefore, we knew in advance that the Sistine Chapel is not open to the public. We recognize that is a miss and are disappointed. HOWEVER, on the train ride our guide mentions that Pope Benedict will be addressing the masses in the Piazza San Pietro at noon – yeah, that Pope.
We tour the Basilica Di San Pietro in the Vatican – simply put, unbelievable. We took a moment on this Sabbath to pray in a prayer room in this magnificent church. La Pieta, Michelangelo’s sculpture of the Virgin Mary and Christ following his crucifixion that he did at age 24 is there. Sculptures, paintings, inlaid work - Every detail is awe inspiring. We visited the catacombs of the Popes. Amazing tombs including Pope John Paul II adorned with flowers and viewed by passionate followers.
At noon we were back in the square when minutes later Pope Benedict addressed the crowd in Italian, English and Spanish. He even extended a welcome to pilgrims from Texas – we don’t believe he was referring specifically to Tracy and me. We’d now consumed 2 hours of our 7 hours in Rome so moving on was in order.
Our walking moved eastward to the Castel Sant’ Angelo – 1500 years old on the Tiber river. From there we head further east over the river to see the Trevi Fountain and Palazzo della Stamperia. South down through the shopping district on Via Del Corso to the Pantheon and its open air dome. Mind numbing in the Piazza della Minena. Now carrying on south east to center pieces of Roman life originating over 2000 years ago. We arrive at the Roman Forum – the foundation of Roman social life, political and spiritual life dating back before the time of Christ. Stunning. Then the entertainment center represented by the Coliseum (Colosseo) and where we circled the monstrosity via the Piazza del Colosseo.
Our day was full indeed taking in countless other sites and experiences with miles of walking, viewing and absorbing. Breathtaking. But now we needed to traverse west to our train station.
Based upon the map I was using we didn’t seem to be making the progress I might have imagined. So I stubbornly inquired with a taxi and booked a ride – Tracy’s comment was that I had redeemed myself.
We chose lunch in a park just a “10 minute walk” to the station with roughly 1 ½ hours before departure. We enjoyed a leisurely meal with drinks, strolled to take more photos from this hillside area and witnessed another wedding party. 30 minutes to spare for our 10 minute walk. However, as we headed back, Tracy and I seemed to disagree on which route to take, I suggested the one provided by the cab driver yet she viewed as too dangerous. So we walked briskly through the park. Much like breathing and the Italian atmosphere, walking briskly makes me sweat profusely. After several minutes I felt as if we’d made a serious mistake. I spoke with several within the park who redirected us back to our entry way and down the “dangerous” road. After much scowling and silence between Tracy and I we arrived with 2 minutes to spare. Ain’t love grand.
Needless to say we were exhausted after as full a day as I can remember in one of the truly great and powerful cities of our human history. I ate it up and walked away thrilled.
We dined casually this evening, in an outdoor restaurant looking out over the stern of the boat. We visited the casino for a couple of hours feeling little pain in our wallets and our bodies. Comfortable and complete was how the day ended.
Day 6 – June 8 – arrive into port in Naples.
Naples is a city that as reported to us by previous travelers has little to offer. Our pretrip research had suggested Pompeii and Capri – so again we were off to start our day. We left the boat with a mile or so to the train station. Gritty, traffic filled, more impoverished than other areas we’d visited. But as always, those with whom I spoke with pleasant, helpful and with my broken Italian and blended English we still ultimately understood and communicated well.
As luck would have it we reached the train station just in time for me to literally dart on the departing Pompeii bound train as the last passenger, saving us 30 minutes or more of wait time.
Pompeii is amazing. Seeing Mount Vesuvio just north of Pompeii and trying to imagine the instance death to 2,000 of the city’s 20,000 inhabitants. The town was buried in 20 feet of ash that has preserved the structures and some of the frescos for 1,930 years. The housing, inner city road system, amphitheater, gladiator arena are incredible.
After nearly 2 hours here we journeyed by train to Sorrento – a lovely coastal town where we only strolled through. It was here that we caught the jet boat then 20 minutes later arrived at the fantasy island of Capri for lunch and light shopping. We needed to be back at the ship by 6:45 and we’d arrived on Capri at 3 pm. I told Tracy I’d allow her request of a 5:00 departure with the understanding that this is the last departing jet boat to Naples and it is a 50 minute trip. We understood the rules. Meet me at the café no later than 4:30. She’s evidently started paying attention and arrived at 4:29 – a new Olympic record for my bride of 25 years plus.
The ticket agent twice told me we’d be leaving from dock 3 – no confusion whatsoever. No destination signs are posted at the dock’s as you would find on a train platform. But as our 5:05 departure time neared, still no boat was at our dock. Yet dock 5 was filling up fast. At 4:57 I asked a local tour director and then a dock steward if my ticket applied to the dock 5 boat – Si they said and suggested I move swiftly. Tracy and I darted for the boat to be only a handful of the last passengers on board. Again, tragedy diverted.
So that now brings me to our current location –
Day 7 on the Summit – June 9.
We will be spending the entire day on the ship sailing around the southern coast to Italy and on to Santorini, Greece. We arrive that at 7 am tomorrow morning.
Today will involve poolside lounging, finishing my book on a history of western civilization, spending quality time with George and our second formal dinner of the cruise. I’ll be sporting a suit and a dashing new Italian tie Tracy purchased for me in Florence.
So until tomorrow – arrivederci.
When we have an opportunity I will attempt to email relevant photos instead of attaching to this blog.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Welcome to Barcelona, Baby!
After spending just a few hours the previous day in New York (complete with unspeakable cab fares to get from LaGuardia to JFK to Soho and back to JFK, and a fantastic lunch at brother Jeff's recommended brunch spot, Balthazar), we caught a few hours of fitful sleep on our transatlantic flight and arrived in beautiful Barcelona. I'm not sure what I expected but I was amazed at the large port city spread out before us and was anxious to see what it had to offer. We viewed the Olympic stadium and giant torch as we drove from the airport to our hotel. We also passed the port area where we would embark on our adventure in two short days. It is hard to describe the sprawling city that is both very old and very modern at the same time. The architecture is very interesting and different from any big cities I have visited. Our hotel, the Hotel Arts was right in the middle of what was once the Olympic Village, and next to a beautiful beach, Marina and busy boardwalk area. The hotel itself was very modern and interesting in it's own right - very much like a W Hotel, this Ritz Carlton property was impressive from the minute we arrived. Each staff member was on a personal mission to make our stay a memorable one. They had it in our records that it was our 25th anniversary and took it upon themselves to upgrade us to an executive suite - that was a nice surprise and a much appreciated little perk. Our room was not ready, however, so we put on our swimsuits and headed to the 2nd floor pool, which overlooked the marina and the Mediterranean sea - absolutely spectacular! As you can imagine, within minutes Steve had made friends with the bartender, Charles, a waiter, Janek and a poolside attendant, Johanna. By the end of our brief stay they would be giving us free drinks and hugging us goodbye and we were tipping them generously and telling them to enjoy their upcoming visit from their mother. Our room proved to be another crowd-pleaser, located on the 26th floor of the hotel with panoramic views of the city and the sea. We walked to an early dinner that night (not being able to stay-up for the traditional 10:00 dinner after an over-night flight), so we set out in search of some paella! Being the Chatty Cathy that he is, Steve had the brilliant idea of asking a homeless, shoeless man napping on a bench, if he knew where Set Portes might be (a restaurant recommendation by our friends, Stuart and Jeanie Sikes). Surprisingly, the homeless man, who had probably not been to an upscale paella restaurant in recent years, if ever, could offer us no assistance. We somehow stumbled upon the restaurant, however, and the black rice paella and sangria was delicious! But the sun and travel had taken its toll and we were back at the hotel and sound asleep by 9:00, long before most Barceloneans (sp?) have headed out to begin their evenings. I did regret on our walk back to the hotel that we didn't save our leftover paella and deliver it to the homeless man; however, he had left his bench by the time we passed by again.
The next morning we slept in until past 10, and missed out on the planned walk down by the beach and marina. But it was off to see the city - mode of transportation would be the subway system. It was a beautiful summer day, in the high 70's and we had just a few destinations in mind. First it was La Sagrada de la Familia - an indescribable cathedral in the middle of Barcelona, that has been under construction for almost 100 years. It was designed by the famous architect, Antoni Gaudi and it was truly amazing to see this building that is a literal piece of art in itself, being created. We were able to go up into one of the spires via lift, and come back down by way of some very narrow stone steps and view the building from the top to the bottom. It was quite an experience. We then visited a park area, that was also designed by Gaudi, and had some of his trademark architecture. Then we went to La Rambla, which is the main walking area in the center of the city. Much like parts of Manhattan, there was a Mercado for fresh fish, fruits and veggies, as well as fresh flower stands along the walking area. We ate lunch in a cafe in the middle of all the action, where there were people dressed as statues, taking pictures with tourists for tips. Then it was back to the hotel for a brief sit by the pool before getting cleaned up for dinner. Dinner was at the proper hour of 10:00 PM at a wonderful Tapas restaurant recommended by he hotel concierge, (Steve's BFF, Jenny). Then we walked through a funky bar area that looked like deep ellum during the days of romeo and juliet. It was centuries old buildings with narrow alleyways, but well-lit with restaurants and bars tucked behind doorways with limited identifying markers to promote themselves. It was very unique and actually pretty cool after walking around a bit losing my initial feeling of uneasiness. We stopped into one unidentified little open air place and had a quick Mojito before calling it a night. We managed to stay out until 1:30 AM that night and surprised Chase when we called her on her cell phone (she knew immediately how late it was where we were and asked what we were doing up!!).
We surprised ourselves by sleeping until 11:00 AM the next day, and were pleased with ourselves that we had arranged for a late check-out. We once-again had to for-go our plans for an early morning walk on the boardwalk and instead made one last trip to the pool to see all our friends one last time. More free beers for Steve - no more Mojitos for Tracy!
Now it is off to the Port to begin the next part of our adventure!
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