Because we’re touring during the off-season, there’s not nearly as much open as there would be during the spring and summer months, but we get to benefit from having entire castles to ourselves, a choice that we’d make time and time again.
My mom, Barbara, recently visited us and it was delightful, to say the least. What a treat to experience this calming, picturesque place through my mom’s eyes for the first time.
Traveling in a foreign country where you don’t speak the language is a guaranteed roller coaster of emotions – giddy excitement at all the newness and possibilities paired with nagging insecurity and alienation; the pride of someone mistaking you for a local met with sheer terror that they will try engage you in conversation.
My loves. Thank you for the beret, Nan! It’s officially my new Skyping headwear whether I’m in France or not.
I wrote this blog last year around this time and thought I’d share it – Over the past few months, as I’ve been singularly focused (with varied levels of enthusiasm) on reviving the wood on Betty Jean, my mom’s voice (spoken in tones both endearing and exasperated) swirls in my head, “You’re your father’s daughter.” The light…
For Christmas this year, my dad gave Adam and I the most awesome gift – a new port hole! Below is a shot of the boat pre-porthole – take a look at the front of the white cabin. And the modest master at work: Our new porthole is the greatest thing. It lets in a…
Did I go for the easy title? Perhaps. Do I regret it? Not for a second. Earlier this year, the family took on a team project of constructing two identical Eastport Pram dinghies from a kit. We estimated that in a few weeks time we’d be finished – and several months later (who’s counting anyway)…
We’re here!! After several months of planning, list making, repairs, provisioning (nautical term) and imagining, last Friday we tied up loose ends at the Marriott Marina, and said goodbye to Slip B33, Grand Slam’s home for the past 12 years. The Catalina plan was an idea we’d been toying around with for a while. We…
Adam and Molly Go 