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30 May 2019 | Catamaran Marina
20 May 2019 | Shallow Sandbar by Livingston, Guatemala
18 May 2019 | Tres Puntas, Guatemala
14 May 2019 | Isla Guanaja to Isla Utila
11 May 2019 | Grand Cayman to Isla de Guanaja, Honduras
03 May 2019 | Grand Cayman
25 April 2019 | Errol Flyn Marina, Port Antonio, Jamaica
18 April 2019 | Matthewtown, Great Inagua, Bahamas
14 April 2019 | Clarencetown, Long Island, Bahamas
10 April 2019 | To New Horizons... and Beyond!
05 April 2019 | Exumas, Bahamas
02 March 2019 | Staniel Cay, Cat Island, Bahamas
07 February 2019 | Cambridge Cay, Exumas, Bahamas
25 August 2018 | Halifax, NS
28 November 2017 | Somewhere on the Atlantic Ocean
20 November 2017 | Somewhere on the Atlantic Ocean

Side Effects to Season Eight: WOW and WHAT?

30 May 2020
David & Alexandra
Well, what can we say about this last season other than... WOW and WHAT!?!

What enormous changes have transpired in just one year: AGAIN! Resulting in a total WOW and WHAT type of year, followed by WOW and What is going on in this beautiful precious world we live in?

Sitting here in true isolated comfort, pyjama pants on, in our third 14 day Quarantine period,



we are still and sadly shaking our heads every single time we listen to, read or hear of the news happening across the world. Emotions on a daily basis range from disbelief, shock, sadness, anxiety. And yet interspersed are smiles from witnessing incredible bursts of kindness, support and love.

We're privileged enough that on the inside life feels pretty darn normal. And when we look outside? EVERYTHING has changed.

As an intuitive empath, this has been a very strange year for me. An odd discomfort weighted my spirit last year and I have felt totally out of balance. I felt like the planets were not orbiting around my head or my heart. Nothing has felt right for a long time. The best way to express my soul is that I felt like I was standing on the cusp of an abyss: that almost dreadful feeling that comes before change happens.

So the current state of affairs finds me inside in Prince Edward Island, at Kindred Spirits, in my pyjamas, writing this blog. Almost exactly where we were planning and hoping to be at this time of the year, except that there are now some new words in my vocabulary. Words such as Quarantine, Pandemic, LockDown, Isolation and Social Distancing to mention but a few.

So, Season 8, eh? On the Adventurous side it's been an Amazing WOW. Unfortunately it comes along with one helluva WHAT?

If you're just joining us, why not get caught up with our Seven Seasons of Past Adventures written up in a Side Effects type of Blog:

Season One: Untitled
Season Two: "Out of Control"
Season Three: "Ho-Hum"
Season Four: "Jus' From"
Season Five: "OnOn!"
Season Six : "ZoomZoom"
Season Seven: "The Year of the Cookie"

And that dear Family, Friends and Followers is where we last left you: Delivering {{ and Eating! }} Cookies !!

It was fall and the Tourist Season that is PEI was winding down. We had an amazing summer: friends and family came to visit and we couldn't spend as much time with as we wanted because? We were "working!". And best surprise of all? We throughly enjoyed our time *working* so we signed on to return here next year. WOW.

We were excitedly making plans to drive our MoHo to Texas somewhere {{ flights out of Texas to Guatemala were direct, easy and cheap! }}, and once there we would find a storage facility to store her, and fly out to our lovely Banyan, which was waiting for us in the RIO DULCE, Guatemala. WOW, right? I mean {{ jumping up and down }} how awesome a Season was this shaping up to be? Aren't you excited or What??

Then we listed our MoHo for sale {{ sigh }}. Wait, what?



We posted some photos and blurbs, and quietly spread the word. These things take time, we knew, and we sort of figured if it was meant to happen, it would.

We really loved our time with our Leisure Travel Van, and we really, really wanted to keep her: she is/was THE PERFECT ADVENTURE VEHICLE of all, and for us, and we wanted to keep adventuring with her, but. But... we had long range plans that we needed to/wanted to make happen, and somehow, something had to give in order for it all to... happen.

Anyways, nothing was happening. Until? It all happened at once. A whole bunch of emails from a whole bunch of people, all wanting to see her over one weekend... wow! Talk about stressful! The end result was... SOLD! What ?

It all happened so fast, so easily and so effortlessly {{ isn't that when you know you're on the right path?}} but best of all? MoHo went to a lovely couple who we know will LOVE her as much as we do {{ did }}, and when we went to deliver? Found out that we all had friends in common, what fun!

Then? Devastating Hurricane Dorian!! Which turned into Post-Tropical Storm as it smashed through Cavendish, PEI. What?



We had @RoamingAbout friends touring through that got stuck here with us,



but we couldn't even show them around or visit properly, because? Storm! No power, and all hands on deck. Picking up logs and branches and leaves, helping out in any way we could. The beautiful trails to the beach were... impassable. And the tourism industry shut down a few weeks early because of a Hurricane in PEI.

Now that we didn't have wheels anymore, we had to find a different way to get to Guatemala. We found a cheap flight out of TO, then needed to figure out how we would get from Nova Scotia to there. So... Train! What?



I'd never been on one before, so we had a bit of fun planning this Adventure. The Ocean line, with an overnight sleeper cabin



on the train from Halifax to Quebec,



for time with family, that included all sorts of fun: like dressing up for a Murder Mystery Supper;



and especially thankful for Thanksgiving Turducken.



Fall Fun of all sorts of colours.



They really do yell "ALL ABOARD" to get passengers onboard!!



OnOn to family and friends in Ottawa, then friends in Oakville, then a plane ride with amazing views over Long Cay, LightHouse Reef, where Dave declared "I"m going to sail Banyan there!"



Finally landing in the intense heat that is Honduras, where we had a 4 hour drive that got us back to Banyan, and our Catamaran family.



It took us almost a week to get out of our air conditioned cabin and into our boat before we could even think about acclimatizing. No air conditioner, remember? And none to be found and bought for three weeks!

We helped Steve, the Dockmaster, rebuild parts and pieces for the El Bongo Schooldesks



so that the children have something to sit on, write on, and be at when {{and if }} they get to go to classes.

This was followed by an intense three weeks as the Cruisers of Catamaran marina pulled together to refurbish a school in the community of El Amatillo for a project spearheaded by David and Janice, our friends on Livin'Life.



It was a lot of work,



and without a doubt the most humbling and yet



soul-filling thing we have ever done in our lives. Sure makes you reevaluate EVERYTHING about your own life.

We settled into a wonderful routine and loved every minute of it. I even taught Yoga/Pilates, how fun was that?

We had family come visit us over the Holidays,



and then friends arrived,



and we had many laughs and Shenanigans {{ was there a doubt? }}



as we Adventured about Guatemala with cough syrup and a box of Kleenex in hand.

Mayan Ruins?



OMG



and layers upon walls of rocks that, when exposed, left us viewing even more marvel,



which really made us wonder about this culture, and just WHAT happened to these people? {{and for my reading friends, get your copy of "The Lost City of the Monkey God" by D.Preston. You'll read it and go WHAT?? True story! }}

Where I had an incredibly spiritual experience helping this Mayan lady with the blue headscarf,



climb up an uncountable number of stairs on her own Spiritual Journey,



to the top of this Temple.

Let me tell you there is nothing that gets you running out of a hike faster than hearing Howler Monkeys!



And walks included a whole different type of traffic



In Antigua there was talk of climbing one volcano to look at another,



but we didn't quite find ourselves ready for The Big One.

So we found another active volcano to hike,



one that had us roasting marshmallows by the hot fissures



Wow!

Then talk turned to leaving the Rio for a bit of a cruise... friends were flying into Belize, and we were planning to converge in Caye Caulker to meet up with them for a week of fun!

Our plan was to leave the Rio, clear out of Guatemala, get tipped {{ shudder }},



sail to Belize and clear in, then sail straight up to new cruising grounds: let the fun and games begin!



After our cruising, we would return to the Rio for some work we'd arranged with RAM Marina, fly home for our daughter's wedding and a second summer of work at Kindred Spirits, and in delighted anticipation, had flights booked for May 1st. Sounds good, right?

During all this time, my anxiety hit an all time high, and there was nothing to ease my... unease.



There was some talk about a Coronavirus happening *out there*, you know.. in some place called Wuhan? Someone had eaten a bat or something? I don't know.

After our friends left, I nattered about taking the March high tides back into Guatemala, get started on our work earlier rather than later. But we talked ourselves out of it. I mean, blue skies, blue waters and Belize, right?

We cruised, and sailed, and met up with old friends. Made new ones. And we heard and read the news which was getting a tad... more alarming? There were cases flying to North America "of course". The Caribbean was fine "this too shall pass" we said, although we kind of wondered at the tourists flying into here on a daily basis. Schitt started to feel real as we shopping the many Chinese supermarkets and noticed people walking around with masks.

We disconnected ourselves from the collective and went adventuring in Belize's outer atolls, with some magnificent snorkelling experiences,



sailing in some pretty shallow pucker factor waters as I stood on the bow and pointed directions to Dave as he oh so carefully and oh so gently glided Banyan's keel over the magnificent reefs at Lighthouse Reef, just like he'd hoped. WOW!

We anchored by, swam and snorkelled Jacques Cousteau's (in)famous Blue Hole.


(Photo Credit: SV Vela)

Sat in our cockpit under diamond studded night skies, skies that looked like they were alive and breathing with the pulse of our combined awestruck breaths.

Through the different Cruisers information networks, we were starting to feel that something was growing and pardon the pun, spreading. News was getting a tad more frantic, numbers were increasing. Borders were starting to close, countries were shutting down. There's a fine line of balance between being disconnected and imaging that it will all be "fine" and blown over by the time *we* get back to land, and looking at each other with some bit of anxiety as we tried to get a good grip and feel for exactly WHAT was happening.

Cell service in Placencia allowed for a stream of messages from family and friends, dinging in rapid succession on our respective devices. The RIO had shut down: OK, we're not getting back there {{ besides with a deep draft boat, even if we could, the timings were all wrong.}} The Belizian airport was shutting down Monday: OK, no chance of getting a flight out then. We still felt we were in safer waters on our own boat. We would just reprovision and head back out for a couple of weeks, right?

Home from one such provisioning spree, we were simultaneously storing things in galley cupboards and checking the news. The Canadian Prime Minister urging Canadians to come home. Our family and friends nervous for us. They had a better handle of the situation than we did, but here, there were still no cases on our islands.

Then a FB post from the Canadian Embassy scrolled by. The Canadian govt had sponsored a WestJet Charter Flight to help bring stranded Canadians home. {{ We looked at each other: Stranded ? }}

We fact checked and sure enough it was real news. There were seats available, the prices were reasonable. However we still felt that the safest place would be on our boat, isolated, waiting for this storm to pass.

We revisited our options:

Take the flight in three days: Could we ready the boat? A {{ rushed }} yes. Would there be another flight? Who knows {{ We were now officially *stranded*. We definitely didn't want to be *those* people that didn't take the opportunity when it appeared.}} What do YOU do when your government tells you to "come home". Where would we go? The flight was into ON, where our boys lived. They offered to take us in. My sister had already offered up her place in Quebec.

We talked about sailing Banyan back to her home in Halifax, Canada. We talked about staying put.

And if we stayed put? We would be healthy on our boat, for now. But. What if one of us falls sick: would these islands have the infrastructure, tools and adequate facilities? We were already a little weary about some personal health issues that we were waiting to address once back home this summer. What about access to land? Access to food? And although we deal with weather all the time, we did know that H-Season was out there, looming its ugly head.

We sent emails to our summer employers saying we were heading out of WiFi range, but still intended on taking our already booked May 1st flight home. To our family that we were fine but would be out of cell range for a few weeks. It was all going to be ok, right?

And we digested our decision over lunch.

Through a series of events, one that included a meltdown, we, in a matter of seconds did a 180. WOW, what?

The Marina in Sapodilla had room for us. We booked. The flight (three hours after we first checked) had two seats open. We booked. We weighed anchor and motored into the wind and waves for four hours in an attempt to get to the Marina before sunset. When we tied up alongside,



we immediately went to work using every available hour of light to our advantage.



The next morning, Randy the manager, was to come check us in. He didn't show. We continued to work. There was talk amongst the cruisers about a staff meeting, rumours of the marina shutting down. We continued to work with thumping heartbeats. What if we were told to leave?

Finally around lunchtime, Randy walked down the dock towards us, a phone in each hand, clearly perturbed. His first words were to confirm that the marina was, as of that morning, closed. For the next two weeks. No one was allowed in. But... we were allowed to stay. I don't need to tell you that twice, in the space of two days, I cried. Wow.

Preparations for Banyan's storage, marine and C&I formalities were proceeding well. All that food we'd bought? We gave it all to the Security Staff that had volunteered to self isolate, away from their families, in the marina, for the next two weeks.

We were also trying to find a way to get to the Airport. The puddle jumper could leave Dangriga, but because the airport was closed, they were not able to land. The Canadian Embassy could not help us. We tried every available taxi service until one WhatsApped back with a yes. Met fellow Canadian snowbirds who didn't even know about the flight and they too did a 180 and in the space of two days cleared their house and we offered them a ride in our taxi: masks and hand wipes and all.

When we neared the airport, it was strange to see it all so empty. West Jet was the only kiosk open,



distancing was in effect, and health questions were asked.



Where we realized we had done EVERYTHING to get ready, except think of food for ourselves for the day. We had brought water but honestly, were afraid to drink it, as we didn't want to have to use the bathrooms. WOW. WestJet had no food: after all, they'd arranged to repatriate us, not feed us1

Would you believe that we had found some N95 masks on board Banyan {{ that we had bought for bottom job purposes}}, we had our own wipes {{ Huggies baby wipes with a bottle of Alcohol poured in}}.



We landed in Toronto, grabbed our bags from the very empty airport terminal, got handed a Covid FactSheet, and picked up our Rental Car. Seriously? Talk about Smooth Sailing.

Driving the midnight hours of darkness, we were instantly aware of how empty the roads were. Starving, we stopped at the first EnRoute Rest Stop we saw, a place that is usually full of travellers: tonight? There were two people there. Tables and chairs had been security taped together so you couldn't sit. Thankfully the bathroom was open, but just how do you spell anxious relief. The A&W clerk took our order, and a few what's were said as we tried to not only speak, but understand each other through masks.

You'd never seen two happier people as we ran back to the safe confines of our car with our burgers, onion rings, fries and Root Beer: our first food of the very long day. We wiped everything down, inhaled our food, and Dave drove the last two hours to reach our son's place by 2 a.m. Where we spent six weeks in ON with our boys, who had agreed to Quarantine along with us.

And sad that we couldn't visit with our dear friends who lived just around the corner.



We were coming to terms with the results of our choices. Had we done the right thing? Our cruising friends were still having fun in the sand, surf and sun. However life in the islands for many cruisers was changing: COVID19 had come to the Caribbean. Boats were being restricted to the anchorage they were in. They couldn't go ashore. They couldn't leave their boat. They couldn't even go swimming, some rules just didn't make sense, like WHAT?

And on land? Numbers everywhere were climbing. The days flew by and we sat there looking out the window watching the snow melt. It was the first time in 8 YEARS that we'd seen, touched and felt SNOW. When our 14 days were up, we could walk ever larger loops around the block. We were free to go to the grocery store, where only one person per family could enter, and where I stood in line in the rain, six feet behind the person in front of me, shuddered every time someone sneezed, and waited for my turn to buy... Toilet Paper! {{ OK, just kidding, but they were all out of flour! }}



We amused ourselves by celebrating birthdays, building birdhouses with whatever materials we could find,



played games, and ate way too much.

Then it was time to make a move. We reserved a spot on the train, got asked a series of health questions, and satisfied with our answers we were allowed to board. Once again, with our masks and newly made disinfectant wipes, forgot our premade lunch,



but a {{ free }} Food Box saved the day. Another two week countdown started.

We were used to the drill now. This time we amused ourselves by celebrating birthdays, sewing masks



playing games and eating way too much.

Our kindred spirits at Kindred Spirits had offered to be our sponsors and PEI Health Department approved the application. We packed our bags, got into our rental car {{talk about deals for rental cars these days !!}}, where the first checkpoint was, surprisingly, in Qu├ębec:



We got asked WHY we driving around and where are we going? A second checkpoint at the NB border: where were we coming from and where were we going? The letter helped to allow access and we were given permission to go right...



Right into NB but "drive straight through without no stopping anywhere" {{ They sort of raised their eyebrows when we told them we'd need to stop for fuel }}.

And finally, the last checkpoint just after the bridge in PEI, where without the letters we never would have been allowed in. Nine hours later we got out of the car, brought our bags inside, and closed the door.

PEI Health called us every day. Our sponsors are delivering food. We are safe, we are MORE than comfortable, we are EXACTLY where we were hoping to be this summer. We are extremely grateful and unbelievably blessed.

And that dear family, friends and followers is how, after nearly two months of isolation, lockdown and three sets of 14 days of Quarantine apiece, we are now free to open the doors...



Now what?

Side Effects to Season Seven : The Year of the Cookie

30 July 2019
David & Alexandra
I don't know why it turned out to be the Year of the Cookie. I guess it was partly because we really did EAT more cookies this past year than either one of us cares to remember {{ and possibly admit to }}.

But bear with me when I go literal for a moment and believe me when I say it really was, quite literally, The Year of the Cookie.

Besides, it makes for a great title for our Annual Side Effects blog!

Cookies sure evoke an instant feeling of Satisfaction {{ unless you get a burnt one, lol }}. Usually though, the mouthwatering anticipation as they bake? A feeling of warmth, perhaps cozy comfort. A knowledge of satisfaction when you have your first {{ still warm }} bite. The buttery, and maybe chocolatey, goodness as you lick your fingers. It's not all about home-made though. Who doesn't love Oreo's?? Shall we talk about Fig Newtons? Careful though, you really don't want to eat too many, you'll pay the price, we guarantee it!! And somehow Cookies, Like Life, are all about the LOVE.

If you've been following my Blogs, the ones I don't and can't seem to find the words to write much of anymore, you might know that every summer I compile my thoughts and edit my words into a "Side Effects Blog". A bit of a recap of the past year. If you haven't, or to get you caught up, here's the first one:

Side Effects to Season One: Untitled

And because, like a Cookie, you now might want more? Here's the rest of them:

Season Two: "Out of Control"
Season Three: "Ho-Hum"
Season Four: "Jus' From"
Season Five: "OnOn!"
Season Six : "ZoomZoom"

As I once again sit down to remember the events of this past year, review the photos of where we've been and what we've seen, the smiling faces looking back at us, I just can't believe that somehow, it's once again proven to be bigger and better than ever! Which is sort of like a Cookie. You have your Best One {{ Ever!! }} and then somewhere down the road you end up having a bite of another one and then wow, just like that? It becomes your Best One Ever too.

And isn't somehow your life like that too? Everyone has their own favourite, their own brand, or their own go to recipe? And look what happens when you mix it up: Dark Chocolate? Nuts? Cranberries? White Chocolate? Coconut flakes? The LOVE that happens when we're all a perfectly blended mix aren't we?

We were on our way Southwards when Livin'Life friends, David and Janice, called out to us, so naturally we stopped by: for "one night only".



We stayed a wee bit longer than that. Explored the area, learned how to eat crabs,



celebrated Canadian Thanksgiving while in the U.S.of A and why?



Because our friends are American! That's OK though, that's how friendships get baked,



and the idea of adding new ingredients to our Adventures {{ they told us how GREAT and GRAND the Western Caribbean was, and how we needed to come !!}} Hmm... we weren't quite ready {{ or were we?}}, or convinced {{tell us more, we can do this with our 6'4" draft?? }}.

In Reynolds Marina, Green Cove Springs, (Florida) we found Banyan patiently waiting for us. We lived in our MoHo



while crossing refit projects off our list, one by one.



Meet our new Dinghy, A Zar Mini!



And when we got underway, we were in the right place at the right time to watch the Rocket Launch at Cape Canaveral



{{ while eating, strangely enough, a cookie !! }}

Took our sweet ole time and visited friends as we travelled Southwards,



and had friends visit us as they travelled Southwards,



Crossed the Gulf Stream,



hoping they put our mast in right!! And somehow ended up in Great Harbour Cay (Bahamas) and points further South to the Exumas, where we were much anticipating our boys coming to visit. At the last minute their work interfered and plans had to be cancelled.

So since we now had seemingly nothing "to do" in January, we reached out to the Exuma Land and Sea Park, reconfirmed our interest in being Cambridge Cay Park Hosts, and got the job! WOW, definitely adding some new ingredients in our Cookie type of life!

We planned to do all sorts of everything while there. Why? Because we had a month! We had a list of boat projects and boat work we wanted to work on, you know, in between being Park Hosts.

Would you believe that we didn't cross ONE thing off that list? What we did do was enjoy thirty days of volunteering, meet all sorts of wonderful cruisers,



and spent some time cleaning up the garbage on the Cambridge Cay.



Reaching out to incoming boats, helping them pick up the new (heavy) pennants, dinghying about every afternoon picking up payments, telling people about the Park, and unfortunately, defending payment positions to a few cruisers who wanted to be there but had no intention of paying for that privilege, or for following the rules. But you can read all about it here

We helped one very large Yacht grab their mooring ball, and ended up with a ThankYou bag from their Chef which included, you guessed it, cookies!!

We would kayak or swim to get rid of those extra sweet calories,



Enjoying time with The Turtles,



until one of our Kayaks sprung a leak {{ maybe we'd simply eaten too many Cookies? }} and that was one bitter and very burnt Cookie to swallow. Especially when the second Kayak exploded two days after the first one did. {{ sigh }}

Evenings were spent hosting cruiser get togethers on the beach,



That might, or might not have included some cookies as we watched the sunset. And if the Exumas Land and Sea Park interests you, why not purchase Brent Burrow III's book, where we are quite honourably mentioned.

We were thrilled to have friends come visit us, but as with all things, you can arrange the time or the place, but not both. There was a huge nasty weather system coming the day of their arrival {{ of course }}, so we once again headed to the safe confines of the Park, and had them delivered to us.

And when the weather cleared, we truly relished every moment we got to share with them.



And during all this time we were still hemming and hawing about our direction. Were we heading back to the States for H-Season, or did we REALLY want to go to the Western Caribbean?

What do you do when you don't know what to do? Why, you make cookies! And as we enjoyed their sweet goodness, we studied and researched. Maybe even kept an eye on weather windows? Maybe we were just High on Cookie Sweetness when that Weather Window appeared, the timing was just right, but that's how we pointed our bow to Great Inagua Island. We could always turn around we reasoned...

While at Great Inagua, the day before departure, in the middle of the night, we saw a FB post in one of the groups we follow. Kindred Spirits Inn & Cottages was looking for a cruising couple to live and work, for the summer months, at their Inn in PEI.

We both looked at each other. Intrigued. And surprised that we were so... interested. Believing in the way of The Universe and that, if you're aware and watching, she tends to put things you need in your path, and well, we thought about applying. Staying in one place for a whole summer sort of fit into our short and long range plans. PEI was always a place we wanted to spend more time in, maybe even retire to? Besides, as with all interesting things, we figured the application process was probably already closed.

Dare I tell you that I was eating and wiping cookie crumbs off my keyboard as I typed the fastest cover email I'd ever typed in my entire life?

Why? Because another Weather Window had appeared, with perfect winds to get us to Jamaica. We needed to get moving, and during all the fuss and muss what happened? A reply... with a couple of questions. We dropped our dock lines as we typed in our answers...



and sailed away from cell service just as one last email dinged into our inbox.

We were hired!

We certainly ate lots of cookies as we spent the next three days on the ocean blue, contemplating this new direction our lives would take. Work? All summer? In one place? We don't even know these people? We don't even know these Inns & Cottages?



You can catch up on all the details of our Adventure and Sailing from Bahamas to the Western Caribbean:
From the Crossing to Jamaica, to Going to Grand Cayman, to the much anticipated The Great Big Tipping Incident with a few more added in between for fun.

We entered the Rio Dulce,



(photo credit: Livin'Life)

reached Catamaran Marina,



Banyan's home for H-Season. And instantly fell in love with the place. The mountainous and lush landscape we hadn't even known we were missing. We loved the people we met. Banyan was certainly at home in her new home. And would you believe that the Dockmaster had cookies to serve, and if he didn't the Marina had some we could buy. What a coincidence that was?!

'Cept now? Facing a job in just a few short weeks, we suddenly found ourselves on a timetable. We had two weeks to acclimatize to our new surroundings {{ which made it much easier because of our friends and newfound family }} prep our boat for storage {{ with no Air Conditioner, and in intense heat }}, get ourselves to Honduras, where we flew to Florida, and grabbed an Uber to our MoHo...



... and found she'd weathered our absence well. We were on the road driving home before we even unpacked our bags.

The 13 km bridge across the watery Abegweit Passage, from New Brunswick to Prince Edward Island,



is a pretty spectacular experience to drive. Once on the island we drove past pastoral rolling hills, marked by green potato fields, sidebarred by PEI's distinctive red earth. We inhaled the fresh Island Air, spiced with a tinge of Salty breezes. And would you believe we immediately felt like we'd come home.

Nearing the North side of Prince Edward Island, we both found ourselves reminiscing about the Great Memories we had of visiting The Island from our previous lives. We both remembered being here last year with the MoHo, and how we both wanted to come back for more time. We still were a little anxious about this "work" business, and what if we didn't like the who and the where?

As we arrived in Cavendish, we started looking for the address, when our chartplotter told us we missed our turn. We finally noticed the little nondescript blue sign, and we signalled into the purple and pink lupin decorated lane, and drove towards the sign.



A smiling face appeared at the Office porch as we parked our RV, eagerly waving like we were long lost family, and as we got out of the car, we were instantly embraced.

That's how we started a new type of routine at Kindred Spirits,



a job where, believe it or not, one of our tasks was to deliver... Cookies! Seriously.

After 7 years of retired life, it was an odd feeling to find ourselves on a schedule. To look for the time when neither one of us wears a watch. To tell our friends we were working, and never for a moment did it feel like work. We were having the time of our life, meeting all sorts of people, and all of them, like us, with stories to share. Truly, the hardest part was not being able to play with our friends and family who had come to visit, or were just passing through.



So you see my family, friends and followers: It truly was The Year of the Cookie. Physically they kept appearing everywhere we turned, and we enjoyed every single one that we ate. We baked them and we bought them. We got given some, and we gave some. And yes, we ate too many and learned that balance, with some exercise, truly is key! Then we added some new ingredients to the mix by getting ourselves to the Western Caribbean for new Adventures. And finally we embarked on a whole new type of summer adventure, one that will have us exploring a new to us place, maybe a home in the making, perhaps a new favourite? We chose to work, adding a whole dimension to our lives we didn't even know we were missing. And finally, we decided to take something out of the mix. We thoroughly enjoyed the comfy cozy home, we licked our fingers of the buttery goodness, but if she sells, that'll be OK too. She was truly, and will forever remain, one of our favourites.

There you go, family, friends and followers. Season Seven: The Year of The Cookie.
Vessel Name: Banyan
Vessel Make/Model: Jeanneau 40 Sun Odyssey
Hailing Port: Halifax, Nova Scotia
Crew: David & Alexandra
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Added 11 February 2016

The Adventures of Alexandra and David

Who: David & Alexandra
Port: Halifax, Nova Scotia
We're always Somewhere South of Somewhere.

The Banyan Love is Growing.

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We're on Facebook

Sailing Banyan

Instagram: #banyantravels

but we're not Tweeting.

Our friends Paul and Sheryl Shard, of Distant Shores, are incredible producers of their very own TV Show.

If you haven't already, check them out.

Their DVD's are informative and fun to watch as they travel to all four corners of the world.

You might even find Banyan in some of them!!