Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Copy of an e-mail to my children

Tuesday 16th November

Curacao is currently having the heaviest rainfall in its entire history, we may not need to be moved by boat lifting machine to be put back in the water, Mother Nature may just do it for us.

We arrived back at the boat to discover that the boatyard had not done what Dad had paid them to do;  ie charge the batteries weekly, so we were greeted with totally dead batteries, no electricity, no water, no refrigeration etc etc etc…

An entire day was spent getting the boatyard to replace the batteries for us, which they did eventually but that was not without its problems, stress, stress and yet more stress!!!

The boatyard forgot to give me the key to the ladies bathroom, so last night while sweaty, exhausted, covered in mosquito bites (yes there are MILLIONS of them here) and bursting to go to the loo, I had nowhere to go, the men’s (my only other option) was busy and I really didn’t feel like using the facilities with them so I had to wait, ooohhhhh painfull!

In desperation and fighting back the urge to pee in the bushes I went back up to the bathrooms and waited for a woman to arrive and open the door for me, I had to wait 20 minutes, by which time I was almost peeing my pants.  As you can imagine I was not a happy bunny.

We opened a tin of tuna and corn for dinner last night, OH such gormet delight's we enjoy on Crazy Daisy, this morning we had water and a nutrigrain bar, yummy! No tea, no coffee no hot food because we also have no gas.  We need to find somewhere to fill the bottles and quickly, I’m needing some luck with that…

This morning Dad is working with the battery charger which is malfunctioning, yes more problems, I have lost all my ability to keep cheerful under these continuous problems.   I keep dreaming of the house in North Carolina next year and that thought alone is keeping me sane right now.

Just helped Dad remove the strainer from under the floor,  and managed to ruin a lovely pale blue t-shirt when a load of oil  spilled out all over me as I lifted it up on deck.

We have 15 days to get everything done and get to Aruba for Edi on 2nd December, but we are 2 days already here and have not really even started all the jobs we should be doing.

I hope to be able to write with more cheerful news soon.


Monday, November 15, 2010

Back to Curacao



Sunday 14th November 2010
We left Columbus at 7:30, and enjoyed a trouble free flight to Miami, where we walked straight to our next gate and got the 10:45 flight to Curacao. We were upgraded to first class, OH what a luxury, comfortable seats, a decent (for airline food) meal, a couple of gin and tonic’s and I slept peacefully for most of the flight.

I really have to applaud American Airlines, the flights were enjoyable and on time, the food was good and they didn’t lose my bags, which is more than I can say for Delta, I can’t remember the last time I had a trouble free flight with them, one of the reasons we changed to American Airlines.

Curacao was quite overcast when we arrived.  The island had some bad storms over the last few days, with very heavy rain, leaving the roads flooded in places. The area immediately around the airport is very poor and run down, it’s not the best introduction to the island.

At the boat yard, Daisy was sitting out on the hard with her newly painted bottom (hull).  I didn’t stay out of the car for very long as there were millions of mosquitoes “OH joy”.

We then drove out to Louie’s house where we were staying for the night.  Louie’s beautiful house is high on the hill overlooking Spanish Waters.  We ate at Mei Mei’s restaurant, before returning to Louie’s for an early night.

Monday, November 1, 2010

On to Lucca & Pisa

Following a truly delicious breakfast of wonderful home made breads, flavorful cheese's, home made jams and chutneys, meats, sausages, fresh fruit, yogurts and of course fabulous Italian coffee, I ate much more than I should have done.  All too quickly we were ready to get on the road again, but not before buying a couple of bottles of Alexandra's Olive Oil, made from the olive groves at Tenute Le Viste. I feel sad leaving here, and wish we had a couple of extra days to just stay and indulge, I will absolutely be back...

I had mapped out several different  route's to get to Lucca, most of them taking in other towns and villages along the way, but we decided to just get to Lucca as quickly as possible and enjoy the day there.  Lucca was another on the list of Edi's "you can't miss" places.

The road from Mosciano into Scandicci, around Florence and on to the autostrada didn't look difficult (on the map), and with the use of Lulu we thought we would have no trouble finding it... Wrong again!

In Italy, one has to drive exceptionally fast because all the drivers literally sit on your rear fender/bumper and almost push you along if you are not driving at maximum speed. I have to say it made me more than a little nervous, and was very grateful that most of the driving was in the country with little to no traffic.

The problem is, if you don't know where you're going, and you're driving like Mario Andretti trying to keep some idiot off your rear, managing the correct turnings off one road onto the next can become a real challenge.  Consequently I missed several of the turnings I should have taken, and ended up on a dual carriageway going in totally the opposite direction to our destination.

We couldn't turn around so we just kept going until we came to an exit.  We traveled seven miles in the wrong direction, fortunately we were both able to laugh about it.  We stopped and bought some water and sodas, and headed off again.  This time we managed to get on the right road, and in the right direction.
We arrived late morning at the beautiful city of Lucca.  It was a glorious day with cloudless blue sky and bright sunshine.  Luckily we managed to find a parking space right outside the entrance gates, but  this time we checked all the signposts to make sure we were allowed to park, I even asked a policeman to make absolutely sure we were legal.  We put enough money in for two hour's, and set off into the city center. As with each place we have visited so far in Tuscany, two hour's was not nearly enough.

Lucca is just another of Tuscany's delightful treasures, one of the precious few city's that is a wonderful example of an almost completely intact historic center, and circled by its Renaissance wall that stretches for 2.5 miles around the city, and is a perfect place to either walk or cycle while admiring the city within.
          A great way to see the city sights of Lucca.

Lucca's  remarkable Romanesque churches, picturesque tree shaded piazzas, and busy market stalls that stretch from the Piazza Antelminelli to Piazza San Giovanni are delightful.  Angie and I strolled among the stalls looking for gifts to take home.  I discovered a quaint book store that spilled out into the street offering both new and secondhand books for sale, I spent way too much time browsing, while Angie was off shopping, and ended up buying "A Companion to Lucca" by Andreas Prindl.

As we continued to explore the little streets, we came across the delightful Piazza Anfiteatro, built in 1830 on the site of a Roman Amphitheater. Practically non of the original amphiteatre remains today as most of the original stones were taken after the fall of Rome, and used for buildings elsewhere throughout the city.  Today the street level stands nine feet above the original arena floor.

I watched a man reaching out of his top floor window feeding the pigeons, and spotted a couple of hang gliders flying over the piazza.  The circular piazza has many little cafes, restaurants and touristy shops, it was a hive of activity this Monday afternoon in September.
        The beautiful Piazza Anfiteatro

Moving on we came to Via Sant'Andrea, at the foot of the famous Guinigi Tower, a familiar landmark of Lucca with its incredible garden of holm-oak trees growing at the top of the tower.  For about 4 euros you can climb the 227 steps to the top of the tower to see the tiny little garden, and admire the fabulous views around, I was more fascinated by the oak trees growing at the top of a tall tower, how weird is that!

Lucca is the birthplace of Giacomo Puccini, composer of some of the worlds greatest opera's.  The plaque that marks his birthplace can be seen at the casa di Puccini on the Via Di Poggio.  Unfortunately the house is closed due to a pitched battle between Puccini's grandneice, who owns the house and hopes to renovate it, and the city of Lucca, who want the house to remain in its original condition, until this battle is resolved the house will remain closed.


We briefly looked inside the Church of San Michele, and wandered through the beautiful Piazza San Michele before running back to move the car. At 2:30 we made our way to the Piazza Sant'Agostino to have another delicious Italian lunch, at the restaurant Vecchia Trattoria Buralli.
                Angie shopping at the market      



Angie and I both agreed that Lucca was one of our favorite stops on our Tuscan tour.



Unfortunately Pisa called, we had a hotel booked near the airport tonight, for our early flight back to Bristol tomorrow morning.
I'm not going to write anything about Pisa, we didn't get there until dark, and our  (so called) 4 star hotel was quite horrible, and definitely not worthy of a mention.

Otherwise my trip to Tuscany was wonderful and I can't wait to return.
"Buon Appetito"

Thursday, October 28, 2010

early morning gunshot




Sunday 19th September
I was woken abruptly this morning by gunshot, causing me to leap from my bed. The shot sounded really close, and for a few moments I was quite disorientated, and had to think where I was.
I looked across at Angie still sound asleep in her bed, probably exhausted from being kept awake in the night by my snoring.
I walked across to the window and quietly pulled open the heavy shutters, outside the early morning sun shone hazily through a thick violet mist which had enveloped the old monastery and the surrounding countryside, it appeared quite eerie.
Our bedroom window directly overlooked the parking area outside the walls of the hotel, and there were several trucks and cars with hunters unloading their dogs and guns.  I stood quietly for a couple of minutes watching them, a few more trucks and cars crept through the mist their tires crunching on the gravel driveway, they parked and unloaded more guns and dogs, then one of the hunters looked up and caught sight of me standing there in the window, he gave me a lovely smile and waved, "buongiorno Signora" he called.  "Buongiorno" I called back, then suddenly he started speaking rapid Italian, and I had absolutely no clue what he was saying, although I'm sure it was nice because he was still smiling.  I shrugged and with a smile said "English, spiacente, non parlo Italiano"(one of the few Italian phrases I had learnt, meaning, sorry I don't speak Italian).  The hunter shrugged, smiled and turned back to follow his dogs.

"Who are you talking to?" Angie said rousing herself from her sleep.  "The hunters" I replied.  I watched  as they slung the guns casually over their shoulders and followed the dogs that were all running excitedly off towards the forest and disappearing like ghosts into the morning mist...

We enjoyed a delicious breakfast at the hotel before packing and checking out.  In hindsight I should have called this blog "packing and unpacking", its all I seem to have done for the past four years, and this vacation is no different, but its how I organized it, and so far the plan has worked brilliantly.

We drove away from the hotel, back down the steep, narrow road and suddenly came through the mist as if out of a cloud.  Looking back, the top of the hill was completely engulfed in white cloud.


We had enjoyed a lovely stay at Badia di Pomaio, and a truly wonderful meal in their fabulous restaurant.  I would stay here again quite happily.

La Tenuta Le Viste






Sunday 19th September
 Tenuta Le Viste

It didn’t take us long to find our next hotel, despite the road being another narrow, winding, off the beaten track location.

We pulled up outside a set of enormous gates, pushed the button and waited; it wasn’t long before a very friendly voice, in broken English welcomed us, opened the gates and directed us to pull inside.

What greeted us was a large, immaculately manicured garden, surrounded by olive trees, lemon trees and assorted pots overflowing with flowers.  Two adorable little Cairn terriers rushed over, one called “Turbo” the other I’m sorry I don’t remember the name, both followed closely by Alexandra, the owner of Tenuta Le Viste.

I must at this point clumsily attempt to describe this property; the location of Tenuta Le Viste can only have been chosen by the Gods!  This incredible seventeenth century dwelling sits high on the Florence hills, in an oasis of beauty and peace surrounded by olive trees. 
You have heard I’m sure the expression “a million dollar view” well Tenuta Le Viste has a view that is absolutely priceless, breathtaking does not describe it.
             View of Florence from the garden terrace
Angie and I were completely blown away by the location.  The house itself was in immaculate order, furnished with beautiful antiques, heavily beamed wooden ceilings, stonewalls, and beautiful brick floors adorned with antique rugs.  There are four guest rooms, one of which is a suite fit for royalty.
               Breakfast at Tenuta le Viste
Our room was beautifully furnished, with a bathroom of Carrara marble.  Every convenience and luxury is provided, its peaceful, luxuriously comfortable and within minute’s by car from Florence.  I would quite happily have just stayed there and relaxed for the evening with a glass of wine, Alexandra has a wonderful wine list for all taste’s and budgets. 
Unfortunately I hadn’t researched enough to realize that you need to book in advance if you wish to dine here, which was a real shame, as the menu looked amazing.  Next time!
           Just a portion of the wonderful breakfast available here.
So Angie and I unpacked our things for the night and headed into Florence.  We were both totally oblivious to the fact that one is not allowed to drive in Florence without special permit, consequently I’m still waiting on the tickets that I’m sure will arrive any day now…

Being a Sunday evening we both thought the city would be quiet!  How wrong could one possibly be!  However, as throughout our Tuscan vacation we managed to find a parking space right in the center of Florence and bang outside Hermes, which, fortunately for Bob was closed.
                Me, with the Pont Vecchio bridge behind.


We walked around the lovely old historic streets and buildings,  now heavily populated with designer stores, and expensive jewelery outlets from up market names like Tiffany and Cartier.  We strolled leisurely across the famous Pont Vecchio bridge, bought some delicious gelato, wandered through the piazza, window shopped in the fashionable streets, drank delicious Italian coffee while we people watched, and eventually made our weary way back to the car to drive back to Tenute Le Viste, completely forgetting that we hadn't made a dinner reservation, and totally innocent of the mountains of tickets that I’m sure will descend upon me over the months to come.

Fortunately Alexandra had some wonderful wine, and a dish of snacks, which we had on the terrace overlooking the beautiful city of Florence all lit up like the night sky…

For what its worth, I can not recommend this little hotel highly enough.  I have stayed at the Four Seasons in Manhatten, Ritz Carlton’s around the world, and many other luxurious and exclusive hotels, but Tenuta Le Viste now ranks among the most wonderful vacation spots that I have ever had the pleasure of visiting.

For more information go to www.tenuta-leviste.it
                                        Side view of Tenuta Le Viste
e-mail info@tenuta-leviste.it

More wine country

The views from the top of the hill were absolutely breathtaking.  We parked the car and walked up to the castle, a couple of other people walking around informed us that the castle was closed, not what we wanted to hear, we were both really hungry.  We walked around the grounds, and picked some grapes, which were dangling temptingly from the veranda terrace.  Other people picking the grapes informed us that they were decorative, and not part of the vineyard’s wine crop.  (I hope they were right!)

The grapes were warm from the sun and tasted like strawberries.  We only picked a few as we didn’t want to get into trouble, then headed back to the car to continue our search for a restaurant. 
Back on the main road towards Firenze (Florence) we drove through Impruneta and came across “San Martino Restorante Pizzeria”…  Angie had her usual spaghetti with tomato sauce, and I ordered Gnocchi, which was a gastronomic delight, mouth wateringly delicious.  We ordered olive oil and balsamic for our bread, Angie still can’t get used to the Tuscan bread, and I have to say I agree with her. The bread in Tuscany is made without any salt, and unless its fresh from the oven and served with some oil or other dressing, its really quite bland.  A little butter or oil and a gentle sprinkling of salt soon fix’s it right up!

            View from the Castle

Wine Country

Sunday 19th September
Getting out of Arezzo was almost as difficult as finding our hotel last night, but we were having fun despite our predicament.  Fortunately Angie is a good sport and was able to inject humor into our frustration at (what seemed like continually) taking the wrong roads. I don’t think either of us was that impressed with Arezzo, although having said that we really loved our hotel.
We had planned on taking the autostrada to Montevarchi, but once again I took the wrong turning and ended up on the SR69, another secondary road.  However, despite my inability to follow the signposts once again luck was with us, as the road appeared to be running parallel to the autostrada, and in the right direction.  There was very little traffic on the road and as we were making good time we decided to stay on the SR69.
At Montevarchi we turned off onto another side road the SR408, and then eventually on to the SR429 into “wine country” Chianti.  The beautiful windy roads took us past countless vineyards, through rows and rows of Cyprus trees, Olive groves and breathtaking scenery.  I was stopping the car every few minutes to take photographs.  As we drove through Radda in Chianti there were wine tasting tents all through the village, which was teeming with people, but there was nowhere to park, after driving around for a while we finally came across a parking space but we were so far out of town and at the foot of a very steep hill so we decided to move on. A couple of miles outside of Radda we came across another vineyard offering wine tasting, WE parked the car and ventured inside, Both of us tried a couple of different Chianti’s but we were not impressed enough to buy, The vineyard also produced and sold olive oil, and balsamic vinegar of various vintages.  I tried some of the 30 year old balsamic, it was like nectar, I had to have it, besides we couldn’t really leave without buying something, after having had a few tastings, so I bought the smallest little bottle of the 30 year old balsamic, it cost about $50, but was so delicious, and I will use it sparingly, I just hope customs don’t take it off me when I fly back, I think its OK.  There was a lovely little restaurant at the vineyard, but having enjoyed a very extravagant day (culinary speaking) yesterday, we both decided to find something a little less expensive for our meals today.
We left the vineyard and continued on through the picturesque town of Greve in Chianti.  It was getting late and we were both beginning to feel a little peckish.  Since Radda we hadn’t come across any restaurants in the small villages we had driven through. We eventually came across a signpost for a Castle that Angie had spotted on the map, she thought it might be interesting, and possibly somewhere we could get lunch.  We turned onto a small side road and followed it up a narrow steep hillside towards “Castello di Verrazzano”, a local tourist attraction. The road wound steeply around the hillside climbing higher and higher, eventually we reached the top, where there were large parking lots, but they were empty!  The castle built around the eleventh century still produces wine today, and is well known for its Verrazzano Rosso.  The name Verrazzano means “land of boars”  Had I researched it I could have booked us into one of their fabulous wine tours and dinners.  OH yet just another reason I’ll have to come back to this incredible country…