A 4.45 a.m. wake-up call is never a good way to start the day. It went further downhill when we reached the Nice airport, where I discovered that I had left my purse in the hotel room. Luckily, the hotel was near the airport, and I was able to run back there (literally) and get it. I must have been a sight, tearing along the boulevard with my new black European-style scarf streaming behind me. I had worked up quite a sweat by the time I got back to the terminal, where Rick was still in the Lufthansa lineup being regaled with stories by a couple from North Carolina. They had found a cheap flight from Rome to Nice, but had ended up paying more in extra baggage charges than their tickets had cost. They did have a lot of luggage, but that's still kind of disturbing. If you're not on your toes you could run out of money pretty quickly in France. Don't even ask what Katherine's phone call from the Frankfurt airport to our French cellphone cost. And when we filled up our rental car outside Cannes on Monday, gasoline cost 1.50 euros/litre. The $1.33/litre we paid to fill up in Halifax this morning seems like a real bargain by comparison. In fact, after only three weeks in France, almost everything here seems inexpensive, although I haven't bought any wine yet.
We arrived back in Halifax at around 2.30 in the afternoon, and promptly got busted by Snoopy the sniffer dog for the serrano ham that was in our baggage, but they let us keep the boquerones in oil and the manchego cheese. It was great to see Christopher waiting for us at the exit, and he cooked us a delicious supper when we got back to the house. The grass is green, the leaves have returned and the first run in Point Pleasant Park was wonderful, with a light mist rising over the harbour and chickadees singing. The air is a bit cool compared to the south of France and jumping back into work isn't so great, but we really don't have any right to complain.
A lot happened here while we were away. Ursula Kellum finished her BSc degree at St. Mary's and will graduate tomorrow. My brother James was appointed Chairman of the new Stewart McKelvie partnership board. (He swears this won't make him any busier and I believe him, because it's not possible for anyone to be busier than he already is). The other big news is that our niece Liz made the NS Girls provincial basketball team!
It was hard to leave Aisling behind in La Ciotat, but we were fortunate to meet some other cruisers who have kindly offered to keep an eye on her. Chris and Sandra on Deep Blue will probably start making their way toward Italy soon, but we are looking forward to seeing Jean-Louis and Christine on Jersey and Paul on Boysterous when we return next month. We actually met Chris and Sandra through sailblogs- there is a neat little function that alerts us when other sailbloggers are nearby.
The picture is from our last road trip, when we visited Nimes, the Pont du Gard, St. Remy de Provence, Isle Sur La Sorgue and Gordes. It was a lovely little adventure and hopefully we'll post a few notes and pictures soon.
All the best from Halifax!
05/15/2008, La Ciotat, France
If you've ever studied introductory Psychology, you may remember Maslow's hierarchy of needs. I have developed an extension to this theory, which I have named Salsman's hierarchy of laundry. It goes like this: having a washing machine will not necessarily make you happy, but being without one for an extended period is pretty much guaranteed to make you a bit grumpy. Ergo, when I tell you that I spent the better part of Mother's Day afternoon in a laverie in La Ciotat, you should not assume that I was unhappy about this. Au contraire. Even better, while I was happily watching the dryers spin, Rick was cleaning the boat top to bottom and preparing a feast, complete with flowers and special treats from the market. We felt sad about not being with our mothers and our children on Mother's Day, but otherwise it was a really nice day.
We are still at the dock in La Ciotat and growing more fond of this place every day. It's a bit disconcerting that the toilets in the marina washrooms don't have seats, but I suppose the theory is "Would you really sit on them?" Everything else is great, and each day we seem to discover another nice aspect of the town. Yesterday the fish we bought for dinner was so fresh that some of the ones on display were still alive. We had intended to sail to Porquerolles island, but the weather forecast for the next few days is not ideal. So instead, we've booked a rental car and will get to work on the long list of places we'd like to visit in Provence. Maybe we'll get to the Porqueroles in June. Next week, we'll head back to Canada for Katherine's graduation from University of Toronto School of Law. That will be a big day for the whole family!
We're always excited when someone leaves a comment on the blog, and recently we realized we've been a bit remiss about posting responses. Thanks Martha and Wally, Al, Mary Leslie, Linda, Liz, John and Lucille and others, for the comments you've added! Our site counter shows us that people are signing on from some intriguing locations... Israel, Costa Rica, Romania, Australia, etc. etc. (lots from France too, but I think that's us.) Anyway, we hope more people will add notes. If you have any questions or would like other information about sailing or traveling in the Med, we promise to answer, either on the blog or with a direct email.
We've also added some photos to the gallery. If you click on "photo gallery" in the right hand banner, it will take you to the main album and the sub-albums are listed below, with the most recent at the top.
A quick note from Rick:
After spending an hour at the Bureau de Poste arranging to send our 200 Euro deposit for this winter's boat storage in Tunisia (which has to be in their hands by the end of May) I decided to explore a new area and stumbled across a small gourmand type store selling special wines, foie gras, cheeses, oils etc. While I was there the proprietor asked if I would like to do a tasting of five different olive oils. All of them were medal winners, either gold or silver and all were from Provence except one from Tuscany. He explained that two of them won local competitions and two won competitions from all of France. They were all very good but honestly it was difficult for me to discern very much difference. What was most interesting was his explanation that this one was better with fish, that one with crudites, that one with something else etc. So we learn something new every day. For me it was that these oils all had a unique food focus. When we get back I intend to delve into this a bit further and see what else I can learn. By the way, each 300ml bottle cost between 17 and 20 euros, the whole exchange was in French and I surprised myself by understanding most of it!
All the best from Aisling 1