Wednesday, July 25, 2012

European Men

July 25

I've been giving a lot of thought to this topic lately, as I've had quite a lot of time to think about random things lately and I've come to the conclusion that there are some important differences between American men and European ones, at least when they are on vacation.

First, European men are not afraid of bright colors.  I've seen lots of bright pink shirts, bright green, bright blue and yellow shirts and shorts.  Now this may be simply while they are on vacation (remember we are holed up in a resort town), but the effect is that they seem much less serious and more carefree than American men.  American men tend to dress as if the end is near.  Even gay men--who are often better dressed than straight men--fall into this trap.  It's not any different when they are on vacation; American men often look like they are heading to the office for casual Friday.  I don't see anything really wrong with this look, but bright colors make me happy.

American men wear boring shoes.  They are nice-looking shoes, but see above.  Even when they wear sandals, they are very masculine-looking sandals--only black, brown, and gray should bother applying.  And those sandals are leather or canvas, so it's either casual Friday or hiking in the wilderness.  Here, I've noticed that men are willing to wear a greater variety of shoes.  In Spain, there is a type of shoe that men of all ages wear.  It is flat and most often white.  It's got a closed toe and an elastic strap in the back.  In the US, we would consider it a feminine shoe and I can't imagine that any of the men I know would wear it, but I overheard a man at breakfast one day telling a woman (who was either British or American, I'm not sure) how comfortable they are and that everyone in Spain wears them.  Me, I'm all for comfort!  It helps that these shoes look good too, though.

European men like cargo shorts.  American men over 30 do not.  I love cargo shorts.  I think they are fun and casual and give you lots of places to put things.  And if you wear a belt, they won't make you look like the plumber fixing the sink.  It's too bad cargo shorts were not around when I was a kid.  They could have been my dad's go-to shorts in the summer.  My dad was always prepared for anything in his pockets.  If you needed it, he had it, and if he didn't, he could send me upstairs to try and find it.  Then he would have to go himself anyway because I was too short to see the top of his dresser where whatever-it-was inevitably was.  If he had worn cargo shorts, he could have carried a dog or a small child in there as well.

American men do not like Speedos.  I do not like Speedos.  I think that only Olympic swimmers should wear Speedos.  European men love Speedos.  I have touched on this topic before, but I think it bears repeating here because perhaps it is germane to another issue.  Perhaps, as Americans, we are socialized to be ashamed of our bodies regardless of what they look like.  That might be why every so often there is an article on the internet about what age women should stop wearing bikinis and men's swimsuits get longer every year.  At this rate someone will soon be advocating that we return to wearing 1920s-style swimsuits!  I grant you that the obesity epidemic in the US makes the thought of many people in bikinis or Speedos unappealing, but is there a good reason why a woman who might not have a perfect body but is not obese should feel that she should not show her stomach at the swimming pool?  I've decided, now that I've bitten the bullet and bought a bikini, that everyone looks better with as much of their bodies tan as possible.  That does not mean that I am prepared to sunbathe topless, however!  Just because I've been lucky enough not to burn in the sun doesn't mean that I'm ready to push my luck!
Frank commented that it's not a question of modesty, that people here are not ashamed to show more skin--maybe Americans' unwillingness to do the same is a manifestation of the influence of the Puritans still making itself felt.  The Puritans, though, got a bit of a bad rap on this; they were much more willing to be happy than we like to believe.  And they did enjoy sex and celebrations quite a lot (my sentence fragments are getting out of control here!).



Murses.  The whole point of the picture above.  Frank thinks that my brother Jack made up this word; I don't think so.  Even if he did, it's a great word.  A "murse" is a male purse.  American men, at least for the most part, have not yet jumped on this bandwagon.  European men have.  Murses are worn across the body and they come most often in black and gray and brown.  They are small, most often made out of canvas or leather and they sometimes have more than one pocket in them.  In them (I assume, because I only know one man who carries one and it did not occur to me to ask at the time.  Should you who have made this back-saving decision read this, please weigh in!) are things like wallets, keys, and important papers.  The advantage to this sort of bag is that your shorts stay up.  Frank is always complaining that his wallet pulls certain pairs of shorts down and my answer is that he needs a murse.  He is always vaguely offended by this and I don't understand why.  Is it the concept of a "male purse" that offends everyone?  Maybe it's the term.  What should we call it instead?  What, exactly, does everyone think a briefcase is?  And why should women have to carry all the random things that people need at any given time?

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Miscellaneous Things, but Mostly the Mini-Club


July 24

We are still here in Empuriabrava waiting for the boat to arrive, but we are hoping it might be here this weekend.  Once it gets here, we will need to unpack and buy groceries, towels, etc., so it will be a day or so before we set sail.
There are worse places to spend a couple of weeks, though.  Frank said last night that he had never stayed at a hotel which worked harder to please its younger guests.  I might have mentioned before that Max loves going to the Mini-Club.  The Mini-Club is staffed by two great people--Anki and Ivan--who play games with the kids, do crafts, take them swimming and to play mini-golf, etc.  Max spends 3-4 hours there during the day and then he wants to go to the mini-disco every night.  
The schedule of the mini-club is a little odd by American standards, but it works quite well here.  Their morning goes from 10:30 until 1:00 and then the afternoon hours are 4:00-6:30, and it’s usually during that time that they hit the pool.  The mini-disco starts about 9:30 and runs until 10 or 11, depending on what else is going on (more about that in a minute).  Since the weather has been so nice lately the kids can spend time outside without being too hot.  The bad thing about the mini-disco hours is, of course, that by American standards (or at least by our standards) Max is up ridiculously late.  He loves it, but we’ve told him that these hours will change once school starts.  The other bad thing is that Frank conks out before Max does, so we can pretty much kiss our evening goodbye.  
Last night was funny.  The kids danced for about half an hour and then Anki and Ivan started handing out saucers and beans and bingo cards.  Bingo!  I haven’t played bingo in I-don’t-even-know-how-long!  It was hilarious.  I felt like I was at a nursing home except that the games went much faster.  When I was in graduate school I worked on weekends in a nursing home called Sterling Place and one of my main functions was to call bingo.  The most important rule was the you NEVER messed with bingo.   Don’t start it early; don’t start it late, and do NOT change the order of the games.  It usually took about an hour to get through about three games because there were so many people who couldn’t hear that I had to repeat everything ten times.  Add the conversations going on and even the people whose hearing was perfectly fine couldn’t hear either.  Last night was  bit different.  Also no one was wearing tight polyester, which is the other unfortunate thing I think of with bingo.  
This was international bingo, in which the numbers were called in three different languages.  Anki would take a ball out of the bingo wheel (I was envious of that thing--a wire ball which had all the numbers in it and you spun it around and got a number out of the neck of it; it looked like a big jar made out of wire--because we didn’t have anything like that at Sterling Place) and Ivan would say the number in Spanish, French, and English while Anki showed the number with her fingers so the people in the back could see.  I figure that’s almost 4 languages, if you count her fingers as sign language.  In any case, we stayed for one game and Max and I almost won on two different cards.
I know I had promised not to use this blog for things like: “ it’s a beautiful day here.  I think I’ll organize my sock drawer,” but I do need to say one thing.  It was time yesterday again to do laundry (oh joy and ecstasy are mine)!  In any case, right next to the hotel is a self-service laundromat, so I went over there to find out that all the machines were busy.  The upside of it was that the woman running it said that if I left my laundry they would do it for me for the same price that I would have paid myself.  A pretty good deal, I thought!  And it was much cheaper than the last time we did laundry, so it was a very positive experience as laundry goes.
There has been a wildfire not far away which has killed 4 people over the past couple of days, but it is now under control.  The major highway from France into Spain was closed for a couple of days but seems to be open again now, so we are hoping that will not affect the expected arrival of the boat.  Yesterday the air was pretty smoky because there wasn’t really much wind to blow the smoke away, but the wind did pick up some later in the day and today the smoke is almost gone.
Max has been very busy with the mini-club and he is also writing a screenplay for a movie and working on a short story.  He has decided this week that he wants to be a writer when he grows up.  It is unfortunate for fans of his blog, however, that he is so busy working on his creative projects that he doesn’t have time for the blog at the moment.  However, I will keep after him and see if I can’t get him to post another entry soon.
We’ve been following the news here as well and were shocked and saddened by the shooting in Colorado, but gladdened by news of the NCAA’s actions towards Penn State.  I am sorry that the current students have to deal with the fallout, but what was covered up there ruined many lives and cracked the entire foundation of the university.  I hope that education there will not be affected and that the current administration there will use this as an opportunity to ensure that such things can never ever happen again.
It’s about time for breakfast here and I guess I need to close.  We’ll keep you posted on progress with the boat and I’ll try and get Max to post another blog entry soon.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

In bureaucratic limbo...


July 17

The pictures are me in my new hat and Max with his Pokemon that he made at the Mini-Club.  He's wearing his Lionel Messi shirt, which he is very pleased with.

We are still here in Empuriabrava, and we are still waiting.  We sent off the contract for the boat earlier today, so now the real fun begins---transferring money to pay for it, registering the boat, etc., etc..  Naturally nothing goes as fast as we hope it will, so we're in a waiting game.  Max has become a regular at the "Mini Club" here at the hotel and Frank and I spend most of the morning dealing with paperwork and practicalities.  Then we pick Max up and in the afternoon after lunch we usually hit the beach or the pool.  Max always wants to go to the pool at 4:00 with the Mini Club, so Frank and I get some alone time.  Then we pick him up around 6:30 and go to dinner around 8 or so.  Max loves these late hours, although it's difficult to wake him up in the morning.  Frank is not crazy about them at all.  Me, I'm just getting frustrated being in limbo, but there's not much we can do about that at the moment.

Empuribrava is a weird town.  It seems to have been built purely as a resort town.  There seems to be very little history here (although Salvador Dali was born not too far from here and there is a museum in his honor) and little to do outside of vacation-y things.  Everyone runs around in bathing suits all day long and you can see people in various shades of brown--you know, the vacation sort of brown which will make all their friends jealous when they get home.  This hotel is largely populated by families and older couples.  I guess it's not quite right to call it a hotel because the accomodations are apartments.  The beach is a five-minute walk from our apartment and the building has a beautiful pool.  All day long people lie out in the sun and I really hope that all these pale British people are wearing sunscreen or they will be very sorry!

When someone gets in the elevator it is difficult to know what to say to them because there are so many different languages in use here; it's always safe to say "Ola" and that's about it.  Sometimes someone will say something to someone else in their group and then you know who they are.  The other thing that is weird about the elevators is that they are small.  They have a weight limit of about 525kg and sometimes someone needs to get out.  I have never seen an elevator refuse to move because of too much weight in the US.  Considering the obesity epidemic, I guess the elevators there must have higher weight limits.

Max seems to be growing overnight, literally.  Yesterday he couldn't reach our floor number in the elevator and this morning he reached up and pressed it.  Now we know where all this food he's been eating is going!

There are restaurants and shops which cater to people on vacation--sun hats, fun summer dresses, swimsuits, and beach toys--all over town.  It amazes me as an American who has always been (unfortunately) pretty judgemental about what other people look like that most of the women seem perfectly happy to run around in bikinis regardless of what they look like,  The men are not off the hook, as they often wear swimsuits which should only be worn by Olympic swimmers and probably not even then. I am not advocating the American male swimsuits which look like capris, but it does seem that there must be some sort of happy medium.Of course, it may be that I just need to get over it and buy a bikini but I'm not quite ready to do that yet.  The downside is that I'm getting a really weird tan line.

The time has also come, I think, to start looking for work.  I am very lucky in that we are not depending on anything I earn to survive, but I am beginning to feel a bit restless.  When I was teaching all year long I never felt this kind of restlessness in the summer because I knew it was a vacation which would, unfortunately, end.  Now I have no idea what is coming next and it is up to me to find out.  I originally was going to call this blog "Helen Grows Up at Last" but decided that it wasn't a really accurate title.  I'd like to think I've been grown up for several years now, but what I was referring to was the fact that this is the first time in my life when no ready-made options are presenting themselves to me and, frankly, that seems like a frightening state of affairs to have this responsibility.  I will figure it out eventually, I know, but any advice on how to start would be greatly appreciated!



Saturday, July 14, 2012


July 14

WE HAVE--OR ARE GOING TO HAVE--A BOAT!!

I am attaching pictures of our new home. Admittedly, you can’t see a whole lot, but I’ve been thinking that boat photography is really pretty awful.  All the pictures are basically the same and they don’t tell you what you really want to know, which is what it would be like to LIVE on it, whether for a weekend or vacation or as an actual residence.  I’ve been thinking that I might be able to do something about that, so will keep you posted on that idea.
The boat that we are buying is a Hanse 400, a German boat, about 40 feet long with three cabins and two heads.  The second head is unnecessary, but that’s the way it comes and it will be fine.  It appears to have quite a lot of storage space, although I think I will probably have to do some sort of purge either before or after we move in in order to survive.  Frank and I will have the berth in the bow and Max will have the larger of the two in the stern.  When we’ve looked at similar boats he has always wanted the one on the left, but I think once he realizes that the one on the right is larger he will see the logic in his having that one, considering that he’s got quite a lot of stuff that he’ll need to find homes for.  If nothing else, living on a boat will make him keep his room picked up or he’ll have nowhere to sleep.  Of course, that goes both ways and I guess I’ll have to hang up my clothes rather than letting them accumulate until I just can’t stand it any more.
Since the boat has never been launched and will need some outfitting, transportation comes as part of the deal, so it is being driven here to Empuriabrava (about 100km from Barcelona and worth a separate post of its own) and will be put in the water here.  Also included is someone to help us sail the boat to Portugal, since we’ve never done this sort of thing before and need to learn the boat.  I think we’ve been pretty thorough about the equipment that the boat will need, so now I am thinking about other stuff--for example, how does one grocery shop to sail to Portugal?  Mom? Susan?  Ken?  Can you help?  I’m not even good at keeping a kitchen stocked, so having to do this sort of thinking ahead is difficult.  Frank laughed at me yesterday because I’ve started a grocery list and we aren’t even leaving for another two weeks.
Here are some photos and of course I’ll post more when we actually get the boat!













Friday, July 13, 2012

In Cordoba

We are in Cordoba and still trying to decide about the boat. First the Hanse looked like the best option, then we didn't think it was going to work out, now it might. But we also might go to Italy and look at some more boats since that seems to be where all the deals on the good boats are. So everything is STILL up in the air.

We spent a couple of days in Seville, which is not a bad city, although a bit frustrating. The major practical thing that we needed to accomplish was laundry. How hard could it be? Very, apparently! We spent half an hour driving around looking for a laundromat, only to discover later on that the concept of the self-service laundromat has not hit Spain yet. Apparently if you don't have the required appliances at home you have it done professionally--for €40 (approximately $50)! However, when you are so far out of clothes that you have to hit the mall for underwear, you pay it. And it was almost three weeks' worth of clothes, but it still pains me. On the upside, though, we did not have them ironed and they were still so wrinkle-free that I could wear them to work, that is, if I had a job at the moment.

We just tried to go to the Mezquito Cathedral here in Cordoba but got there literally one minute after the ticket office closed and the guard was seized with a fit of very un-Spanish timeliness and refused to let us buy tickets. Then he kicked all of us tourists out of the courtyard at 6:40 in spite of the fact that the stated closing time was 7:00. We went to have a look at the old Roman bridge and now are drowning our sorrows in some very good Sangria.

Next day:  We did see the Mezquito Cathedral but did not have as much time as we would have liked, but that's the way it goes sometimes. However, thanks to my new camera's very large range of ISO, I was able to take some not-bad pictures without using flash. It is unbelievable how much work must have gone into this cathedral and the combination of Christian and Arabic art is fascinating. The Moors (because they were the ones who created most of the Arabic art we've seen) were able to create such intricate designs and inscriptions that it really does boggle the mind. I guess because they were not supposed to make images of human beings they put their energy into design. Contrast that with the Christian emphasis on figures and the combination is truly incredible.

Monday, July 9, 2012

Lost in Granada and Irritated at the Alhambra...





9 July

Yesterday, since we are waiting to hear back from the broker about the Hanse 400 (which is a 2012 demo that's never been launched, not a 2010), we decided to head further south and do a little sightseeing. We've got the car until next Saturday, so we might as well use it. We were tired of the industrial towns anyway.

We booked another of these nice hotels we've been staying in (NH Hoteles, should you be looking) in the old historic part of town and headed towards Granada. Frank was there years ago and saw the Alhambra then, but Max and I were not.

The GPS couldn't find the hotel on all the little one-way streets and our non-existent Spanish was totally inadequate for understanding the directions that various helpful people gave us. Finally, a friendly man on a motor scooter took pity on us once he realized that we were not going to be able to find it on our own and took us right there.

We were the first--and only  people at the breakfast spread this morning when it opened at 7:00. No self- respecting Spaniard would ever eat breakfast that early unless s/he had to be at work, I think. Even all the tourists from the night before were still sleeping off the night before, I guess.

The Alhambra was a twenty-minute walk up a steep hill from our hotel, so, fortified by breakfast, we headed out. We wanted to be early because we wanted to go before it got hot and we had to check out of our hotel by noon.

We got up there at 8, only to discover that the Spaniards apparently don't believe in signs, so we spent nearly an hour looking for the ticket place only to wait there for another 20 minutes. Almost an hour and a half of our morning gone. Stuff like that makes me think that I understand why the economy is so bad here. If it takes ten times as long as it has to to do something, then nothing will get done. Efficiency and logic are not dirty words!

In any case, the Alhambra itself was definitely worth the wait. The inscriptions from the Koran on the walls, the tiles, and the beautiful filigree everywhere are absolutely gorgeous! It wasn't even that hot because the whole place is designed for maximum ventilation.

Now we are on the road to Seville where we will finally do laundry and I will get caught up on the pictures...

Towards Granada.....


8 July

We are heading towards Granada and the Alhambra. It is very brown and dry here, not a very welcoming landscape at all. No clouds in the sky. There are huge boulders, some of which have castles on the top. You can see how difficult it would have been for anyone to invade.

Spanish roads, even the free ones, are excellent. They are very smooth and well-maintained. Of course, the tolls on the toll roads are so expensive that the other roads should be good!

We have this car for another week, so once it's gone we will most likely be somewhere waiting for the boat to arrive so we can take possession of it, assuming we do buy the Hanse 400. This car was not expensive and it's pretty high- tech. It came with a GPS and it has some technology with which, even though it's a stick shift, it won't roll on a hill even without putting on the handbrake. There is also a tray table in front of Max so he can play. I was also very pleased to find out that it only cost ten euros extra for a really nice seat for Max. In the US it costs so much to get a car seat in a rental that you might as well either just buy one or bring your own.

We've been hearing a lot on the news about the unemployment in Spain and it is very bad, especially for young adults, but that is not as obvious in the areas by the coast which seem to rely on tourism for their income. Apparently it's been raining almost nonstop in England since March, so all the British people who possibly can have come to southern Spain for some sun.

People still seem to be buying things, though. We were in Murcia last night, which was not a very interesting city,  but its main purpose seemed to be shopping. The stores were still open at 9:00 at night and people were weighed down by shopping bags.

Saturday, July 7, 2012

On the horns of a dilemma...


July 8

We have come to the part of the adventure where, if I don’t do laundry, it will not be pretty. I have discovered that using shampoo and drying underwear with a hair dryer is not the most comfortable experience!  We have been staying in some pretty industrial towns the past couple of days, but the hotels have been wonderful--luxurious and cheap!  We have actually not gone all that far from the boat-that-got-away, as it turns out.
We tried to look at one more boat yesterday in Castellon, which was not far from Burianna, where the other boat was.  Frank had found the exact same boat on YachtWorld.com for 5000 euroes less, so maybe it would turn out that the loss of the first boat wasn’t so bad.  He had emailed the broker (located in Barcelona) that we would be in Castellon in the morning to see the boat.  No answer, but we decided to go to Castellon anyway because it really wasn’t far and we didn’t have anything else to do, boat-wise, at least.
It took quite a while to find the office because we didn’t have a real street address, but fortunately I am married to a GPS (plus there is one in the car, but she doesn’t do much without a street address.  Frank has a very love/hate relationship with this other woman in his life.  Max is a major fan of the other woman and I don’t much care.  She is sometimes useful and sometimes not.  Another story, however...) and he did eventually find it.
The broker was not there, which began the comedy of errors.  The secretary, whose name turned out to be Isabel, did not speak much English but she did speak some French.  I was in the car waiting for Max to get his shoes on when Frank called me, so I went into the office, not realizing that Max didn’t know where either of us had gone.  It didn’t take him too long to find us, but he was scared and I felt very bad.  The Powies were allowed out of the car and that helped.
Isabel didn’t have a clue who the person was who had sent the email, but she called them, only to find out that they had never received our email and that the boat was in fact lying in Burriana, not Castellon.  Red flag!  Could there possibly be TWO of the exact same boat?  Or was someone double-dealing?  We told Isabel about the boat we had seen on Wednesday, which she knew all about--not because she had been there, but because she was  (I think) the person who had done the actual posting of the pictures of this boat on her computer and the man who had showed it to us was her boss.  She was unaware that the boat had been sold, however, as Vincente (who had shown it) was not back from vacation yet and had not told her about it.  
There is no exclusivity in Spain--i.e., it’s apparently perfectly legal to list your boat with two brokers and not tell them about it.  That seems to me unethical, but Isabel said that there is no concept of exclusivity.  Consequently, the owner of the boat was perfectly free to list his boat with Vincente’s company and the company of the broker who didn’t know we were coming to see the boat at all.  It puts everyone in a bad position, though, it seems to me.
The upside of the situation was that Isabel was very nice and promised to call us if the sale of the boat falls through for any reason.  Max knows that we would never never never leave without telling him where we are going--and all this is positive, but we still don’t have a boat.
Enter Boat #2 (or 8 or 15).  Now we are considering a Hanse 400 from 2010.  It’s a demo model which has never been launched.  We saw one the other day, but that one is six years older than the one we are looking at and I wasn’t blown away like I was hoping I would be.  This boat that we actually saw (as opposed to the one we would get) had a different layout than our potential future boat and that layout looks better.  If we do get this boat, though, it will be a few weeks before we can take possession because it will have to be transported from Germany.  Consequently, we will need to find somewhere to be until then, so we’ll have to look for some sort of short-term apartment for a few weeks.  All is up in the air and we will keep you posted!
We are heading towards Grenada and Seville today.  Since we are in a waiting period with the boat we are going to do a little sightseeing and some laundry.
In other news, we had an email from Max’s school which says that school for him will start on the 24th of September but there are meetings and things to do for us starting on the 3rd of September, so we’ll have to be in Portugal by then, which we had planned to do anyway.  It is another beautiful day in this not-very-pretty part of Spain (the coast is beautiful but these little towns are not) and we need to go start our day now.  More soon!

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

And We Have a Boat...No, Wait, We Don't!

July 5

No one in Spain does anything early.  Earlier today, Max was starving and we wanted to get lunch but it was very difficult to find anywhere that was open for lunch before 1:00.  This country is wreaking havoc on Frank's schedule because of the lateness.  Since he wakes up by 5 most morning, he is starving for breakfast, which is very difficult to get Max up for since no one eats dinner before 8 :30 or 9:00, so Max never gets to bed before 10 and Frank falls asleep before Max does sometimes.  Max loves that, but it does mean that Frank and I don't get any sort of evening.  We've told Max that all this will change once we get settled--he can't keep Spanish hours once school starts!

Much excitement yesterday as we spent hours driving on curvy roads to see one more boat before we made an absolute decision on the one we thought we wanted.  We had promised the person who showed it to us that we were going to make a decision yesterday but we were pretty sure we wanted it. We saw the second boat and did not like it, so sent the email and headed towards his office about 20km away to see what we needed to do next.  When we got there we found out that someone had made a down payment on the boat yesterday morning, so we missed out.  So much for the champagne at dinner last night!  Now we are back to square one.

He showed us another boat while we were there which was also very nice.  This one was a bit older (2004) and a bit longer (42 feet instead of 40) and had more hours on the motor but we don't think that would necessarily be a deal breaker (I've been using that word too much lately but don't seem to be able to stop).  We need to think about it for a couple of days before we decide.

There is another boat which is the same as the one we didn't get (a Jenneau Sun Odyssey), so we are thinking that we will go to Majorca and see that one and if we like it we will most likely buy it.  We still have all our luggage and I am about ready to throw it all in a trash can.  I won't, I promise, but I haven't purged anything for a month now and am getting antsy.

Max has been such a good traveller; he's got lots of things to entertain himself in the back seat and as long as we are on the freeway (which is NOT free and not cheap; Spain must fund their roads entirely through tolls) we've been reading Harriet the Spy.

Frank has turned into a photographer in the morning.  He's been going out early and walking and taking pictures and some of them are good!  No, I am not surprised, but he is finding out that photography is actually fun.  Who knew...  :)

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

July 2

We crossed into Spain and quickly realized that no one--at least so far--speaks anything that we do.  That makes me feel very nostalgic for France where I could at least communicate.  It also makes me feel a tiny bit hostile because I don't want people to think that we are those people who can't make an effort to learn another language.

We downloaded Spanish Babbel but it seems to focus more on individual words than it does on useful constructions.  I would like to know how to ask for a hotel room, at least!

We also discovered at lunch that Spanish tapas are much larger than American ones.  We had lunch in what seemed to be a sort of local gathering place in a town just across the border from France.  I was practically the only woman in the place.  It seemed that people who worked nearby would bring their lunches and get something to drink at the bar.  I had some YUMMY gazpacho, though, and I think I may have to eat it at every meal until I leave this country.  This country is clearly one which has the utmost respect for the tomato!

The areas of Spain we've driven through are very pretty so far but we haven't had time to stop.  Frank and Max did go swimming for a little while this afternoon in a very cold river, though!

This morning we looked at what I think is my favorite boat so far.  It is a Dufour 385 and had more space than even the 44-foot one, perhaps--probably because it only has one bathroom.  That is OK with me, though; I'd rather have the extra space and we've all always shared a bathroom anyway.  And if we bought this boat we could spend some more time in France!

The bad thing about this bat is that it doesn't have a lot of extra equipment, though, so we would have to do some outfitting.

Since we are doing so much driving, I downloaded Harriet the Spy on Max's Kindle on his device and we've been reading it as we go down the highway.  On the one hand it's a little old for him, but on the other we've been talking about it as we go along.  That was one my very favorite books when I was a kid; I must have read it at least 100 times.

I don't think I have ever seen a country so in love with roundabouts as the French.  Except on the major highway/interstates, they appear about every mile or so--more often in towns.  We've seen some in Spain too but not nearly as many.

July 3

Frank took this picture near our hotel this morning.

Today we looked at a gorgeous boat in Burriani, Spain.  In case you are as ignorant of Spanish geography as I, it's down south a couple of hundred kilometers from Valencia.  The town itself is absolutely nothing to write home about (so I won't), but the boat was as nice as we thought it would be.  This is the boat that I sent a link about a few weeks ago.  It's got lots of space and lots of extras--things like tailor-made linens for the bed and an extra-long bimini top.  It was owned by someone who apparently just doesn't have the time to use it; it's only been used twice and has been impeccably maintained.  It's also the only boat so far that's got automatic furling--and the people who were showing it to us took us out for a test sail.  It's a very easy boat to sail.  We see one more boat tomorrow and will decide after that.  I will keep you all posted!

I took this picture near our hotel last evening.

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Last night in France

1 July
Tonight is our last night in France and I am sad.  It has been wonderful to get to spend a few days, even though we have been so focused on getting to places where the boats are that we've not really seen much.  I have a feeling that my French is getting better--and even though I am not going to save the world I can negotiate a hotel room pretty well.  I think if I were to stay for a little while I might do pretty well.

It's been an eventful trip, though.  Max cut his nose on a sign while he was looking through the wrong end of his binoculars, Frank hurt his foot (but it's better now), and I am feeling fat.  All that cheese and wine!  No one needed stitches or a hospital stay, though, so we're good.  Today we decided not to worry about boats and we went to Carcassone, a beautiful medieval town not far from Perpignan.  The weird thing was that even though it was almost 90 degrees yesterday, it didn't get hotter than about 60 today.  My summer dress was not nearly as cute with a fleece over it!

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