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Aisling I
Back in Ayamonte

Rick, Christopher and I arrived back in Ayamonte on Friday night. We all miss Katherine, so the things we have done since then have been tinged with a little sadness that she is not here to experience it with us. Our family road trip was so wonderful and eventful that there is too much to describe in one entry- we've started with Sevilla (below) and will add more installments over the next couple of days. In the meantime, it is fiesta weekend in Ayamonte- a fantastic cultural experience!

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Rick and I have dreamed of returning to Sevilla (Seville) since our first visit there in 1999, and we were keen for Christopher and Katherine to experience its magic. We had hoped to sail to Seville, but the journey up the Guadalquivir River requires at least a full day, and as of September 2nd we were still nearly sixty miles from the mouth. With the clock winding down to Katherine's September 7th departure -and all of us growing a bit weary of coping with the cramped living space onboard Aisling- we decided to catch a bus into Seville, about two hours from Ayamonte. When we arrived at our hotel in downtown Seville at 5.30 p.m., an electronic thermometer on a nearby building was reading 34 C- relatively cool for summer in Seville. It seemed hotter.

The hotel Las Casas de la Juderia, created from a series of neighbouring houses in the old Jewish quarter, was a delightful place. It is built around interior, open air courtyards and has a small roof-top pool and solarium. Our rooms-complete with walk-in showers, huge Jacuzzi bathtubs, wireless internet and satellite TV- seemed unbelievably large and luxurious. This presented a bit of a dilemma- the wonders of Seville versus the miracle of BBC. (If that sounds ridiculous, consider that we've been away from the comforts of home for nearly three months!) Nonetheless, the thought of tapas drew us outdoors. We wandered through the narrow lanes surrounding our hotel, trying to follow our progress on the Lonely Planet maps and sampling a selection of small plates along the way. We tried a delicious savory stew of vegetables and squid, Spanish tortilla, tiny clams in garlic/olive oil/cilantro sauce, Iberian ham and more. We finished the evening in one of the courtyards of our hotel, listening to Spanish guitar over a glass of white wine.

The next morning we headed straight for the cathedral, hoping to hear the choir sing at 0930. Seville's cathedral, reputedly the largest in the world, is magnificent. It was built on the site of a 12th century mosque, of which the famous Giralda tower was originally the minaret. Although the upper parts were added when the tower was "Christianized" in the 16th century, its Islamic origins are easily recognized. The main cathedral is primarily Gothic, with high vaulted ceilings, and the splendor of the gilded altarpiece is breathtaking. In spite of this, the overall impression is of darkness and gloom. An elaborate tomb inside the cathedral houses the bones of Christopher Columbus (although there is some controversy about this, since the Dominican Republic claims that Columbus is buried beneath a monument there.) After spending a few minutes listening to the all-male choir in one of the chapels, we headed off in search of coffee and breakfast.

To our astonishment, we spotted a Starbuck's a few minutes' walk from the cathedral. The guys were firmly of the opinion that going there would be "just wrong". Rick said it was an embarrassment. (Sure, but he doesn't even drink Starbuck's in Canada!). Katherine and I held firm and ordered an iced caramel macciada and grande caf� de la semana to go. It tasted like home. Meanwhile, Christopher had located an acceptable caf� for breakfast, and from there we headed to the Alc�zar.

The Alc�zar is over 11 centuries old, and the site has been used as a fortress and palace by a series of Muslim and Christian rulers. The Palacio de Don Pedro ("Pedro the Cruel") is built in the mud�jar style (a term used when the Christians adapted Moorish features in the construction and decoration of their buildings). The tilework and architecture is stunning. The Alc�zar gardens are also unforgettable- we wandered there for over an hour and even managed to navigate our way through the maze.

After more tapas for lunch and a swim in the hotel pool, Katherine and I headed out for another walk, stopping to try a bag of churros along the way. These finger-sized pastries are deep fried, sprinkled with sugar, and served with a small cup of warm chocolate sauce for dipping. Decadent, but yummy! Our intention had been to revisit the cathedral and take a more leisurely walk through the interior, but unfortunately we had misread the times in our guidebook and when we arrived it was closed for the day. As always, we were trying to cram too much into too little time.

For our last night in Seville, we decided to splurge on a nice dinner, so we made reservations at Restaurante Egana Orista and dressed in the best finery we could muster. The prices on the menu were initially a bit shocking, but the meal was stupendous. Bread, huge caperberries, olives and warm sausages were served before we ordered our meals. Then came the delectable appetizers (mushroom and prawn lasagna, foie gras terrine, goat cheese salad with fruit and walnuts) and equally wonderful main courses (braised leg of lamb for Christopher and Rick, codfish in a garlic cream sauce for Katherine and a delicious Iberian pork dish for me). In the end, the cost was slightly less than we would have paid for a comparable meal in Montreal or Toronto- partly because the cost of wine is so much lower here. Rick was delighted when the maitre de gave him several issues of a food and beverage magazine, one of which featured an article on Egana Orista, complete with recipes. The evening will be a very special memory for all of us.

The next morning, we rented a car at the Seville train station. Our plan was to drive to Evora (one of Portugal's world heritage sites) spend one night there and then head to Lisbon to drop Katherine at the airport. First, though, we had to find the car, have the usual family dispute about who had rights to "shotgun" and get the car out of the parking lot. The confusion at the "salida" had all the elements of a Lucille Ball-type farce. Exiting required a bar-coded ticket, which Eurocar had failed to provide. Rick decided to drive up to the gate anyway, and repeatedly pressed the intercom button while cars lined up behind. Finally, an attendant responded, but Rick's Spanish was not up to the challenge. The attendant's English was only slightly better, and the resulting exchange had the attendant repeatedly bellowing "Need tee-kay" and Rick responding "No tee-kay in car, No tee-kay in car" while the rest of us howled with laughter. Finally the attendant appeared in person- about five feet tall and wearing an orange jumpsuit, a weightlifter-style belt, and enough gold neck chains to redecorate the altarpiece in the cathedral. Body language can be far more explicit than spoken language, so he had no difficulty telling us that only inconsiderate foreign ignoramuses would try to get out of a parking lot without a tee-kay, and that we needed to go back to the Eurocar booth and get one.

That done, we finally made out way out of the city and headed north on a small secondary highway. We had breakfast in the courtyard of a small roadside cantina, and continued our drive through a mountainous landscape of wheat-coloured fields dotted with olive groves and grazing cattle. Periodically, we spotted hill-top castle ruins. After crossing the border into Portugal's Alentejo district, we began to notice large dusty-green trees with bark stripped from the trunks. Eventually, we realized that these were cork trees (Portugal is the largest cork producer in the world). The panorama of the dry fields, sprinkled with the cork trees throwing great shadows, reminded us of Monet's wheat field paintings.

We arrived in Evora in early afternoon, having gained back an hour from the time difference between Spain and Portugal. Next installment- Evora!

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09/11/2007 | Kathy
Ah, Fawlty Towers in reverse, I speak Spanish, I learn it from a book......
At Anchor at Last
09/05/2007, Ayamonte

The marina at Albufeira is pleasant but expensive (48 euros/night) and the 15-20 minute walk to town is a drag on a hot day. Albufeira is known as the St. Tropez of the Algarve...which really means there are toooo many tourists.... We enjoyed exploring the alleyways and watching the people. Christopher and I had one night on the town after the girls went back to the boat, checking out the live entertainment in the bars. The last bar was the best, with a group of young guys from the UK playing Nirvana and Metallica at extremely high volume in a small room. It was fun.

Everyone in the family was anxious to get to Spain and we had hoped to sail directly from Albufeira to Chipiona. There was one problem- every time we phoned Chipiona to try to reserve a berth in the marina, we were told to phone back later. We tried them enroute and still no luck-and there didn't seem to be an anchorage near Chipiona. The seas were a bit choppy so we opted to divert to Faro/Olahau. This is a river entrance and the tide was on the way in. From a distance, we could see whitecaps breaking at the entrance, but we decided to give it a try since there appeared to be lots of depth. As we closed to the entrance, we experienced breaking waves of 4-6 feet where the incoming tide met the river current. Once inside, everything calmed down.

The Imray guide suggests three possible anchorages in this area, but some of the options looked too shallow and we were concerned about getting trapped by the tide. We opted to drop the hook off the island of Culatra, in 16 feet with a mud/sand bottom, among boats from France, Spain and Ireland. Culatra ended up being a nice choice. It was great to be at anchor at last, and away from the Algarve marinas.

There is a small village on shore- just paths, and no cars, but with a few small restaurants/bars. The island is part of a nature preserve and a boardwalk has been constructed through the town and across a salt marsh to a beautiful beach. As we walked through, there were children playing in small alleyways, women were working in open-air kitchens, and a man was making a fishing net by hand.

The next morning, as I was having my coffee on deck, I watched an elderly man wearing an old ball cap row into the anchorage in a dilapidated row boat, rowing slowly with very short strokes. He started fishing using a handline, and was quickly joined by two or three gulls who slowly circled the boat, watching closely. He had a slow and practiced jig, and within minutes he had hauled in a small fish, and continued to do so every few minutes as I watched. I suspect the fish were sardines, based on the size. Being at anchor really is so much nicer than sitting in marinas.

But Spain was still beckoning, and Katherine's departure date was imminent, so we had to move on. We were still unable to get a confirmed berth in Chipiona so we headed for Ayamonte, about 15 miles east, in the bay of Huelva (just across the river from Portugal's Vila Real de San Antonio). The entrance to this river was uneventful and although we had a depth reading of only 12 feet about a mile offshore, the channel deepened as we got closer. Ayamonte is also a nice marina and since marina prices in Spain tend to be lower a boat of Aisling's size costs only 27 Euros/night. That only works if they have a berth of the proper size though- and since the only available berth was a size up, we ended up paying 47 Euros for the first night, with a promise that we would likely be moved to a smaller berth the next morning.

Since we were back in tapas territory, we wandered into the town in the evening and tried out a few small plates- but overall it was a bit disappointing. The take-our barbecued chicken across from the marina was more successful- and if we made a few blunders in switching from Portuguese to Spanish, no one seemed to mind.

Katherine has only a few days left, and we want to do some shore-based exploring before she leaves. So, the next morning, we started packing and tried to get the boat relocated to a less expensive berth. Several trips to the marina office resulted in the same response- come back in an hour- even though we could clearly see several empty slips Finally the reason was explained- the person in charge has to physically walk around the docks and count the spaces before a booking can be made- if he isn't there, nothing can be confirmed. It seems that the Spanish bureaucracy can be equally as confusing as the Portuguese!

We'll write more about our road trip later. In the meantime, all the best from Aisling 1.

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09/06/2007 | George Hebb
Just wanted to let you know pleased I am to be able to follow your adventure. Continue to enjoy and keep those stories coming. - George
09/08/2007 | Jim & Katie
We are behind you a few days (Lagos now) and really enjoy your stories and information. Thanks for the good site and excellent writing. See you somewhere. USA flag TENAYA (HR40).
Jim & Katie
From Lagos to Legoland
09/01/2007, Albufeira

After three days in Lagos, we decided it was time to move on. On Wednesday, we had a leisurely motorsail past endless beaches and brilliantly coloured cliffs, arriving in the marina at Albufeira in mid-afternoon. The resort surrounding the marina in Albufeira has been appropriately described as "Legoland"- the modernist condominiums look as though they were assembled from giant, pastel-coloured lego blocks. The water quality in the Albufeira marina is far superior to Lagos- it is so clear that we can see the fish swimming under the surface. We are a fifteen minute walk away from the town centre and the beach, but the views along the way are very pleasant. The long, sandy beach sits below towering multicoloured cliffs, and the town is packed with interesting sights (and, of course, with tourists).

On Thursday, Katherine and I left Rick behind in Albufeira (awaiting Christopher's arrival) and took the bus to Silves, a small town about 50 kilometers northwest of Albufeira. The bus ride took us through the desert-like terrain of the Algarve, with oversized cacti and craggy, rugged-looking trees, but with periodic splashes of lushness, including groves of orange trees. After the hustle and bustle of Albufeira, arriving in the quiet streets of Silves felt like stepping into an almost-deserted movie set. Although the town dates back to Phoenician and Carthaginian times, most of the buildings post-date the 1755 earthquake. Still, it is quite lovely, with elegant tiled buildings in narrow cobblestone street. A medieval bridge, an impressive cathedral and a (circa 9th century) castle survived the earthquake, although the cathedral and castle were severely damaged. The cathedral's interesting patchwork of styles is the result of repairs through the centuries, but some impressive gothic features remain. The red sandstone castle looms over the town, and we walked around the ramparts and checked out the views from all sides.

Our bus arrived back in Albufeira at 7 p.m.- well before Christopher's, which finally pulled in to the "Centro" bus station at 930 p.m. Since we had been expecting him to arrive at the downtown stop, that created some confusion, but we eventually collected him in a taxi. His journey had been equally as long and trying as Katherine's- and, believe it or not, his luggage was also missing! In spite of that, he was in great humour and we had a delicious late-night family dinner of barbecued chicken and roasted vegetables- served in the cockpit, by the light of a citronella candle. (No bugs here, but Aisling is equipped for Nova Scotia cruising!)

Yesterday we explored the town and went to the beach; in the evening we had dinner at a restaurant in the square. After dinner, the guys stayed in town to enjoy the local party scene, and Katherine and I retired back to the boat and our books. Today, we had intended to sail to Villamoura, but were held up by the failure of Christopher's suitcase to arrive. It finally showed up at 4 o'clock this afternoon- too late to leave- so we went back for another wander in the town and then had dinner at a little restaurant overlooking the water. Tomorrow we will attempt a longer sail to Chipiona, Spain. We hope to find a secure place there to leave Aisling while we do a few days of land-based exploring in Seville, Evora and Lisbon.

All the best from Aisling I

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