Travelling with people with food sensitivities can be tricky. When sailing, we are lucky that we have a galley kitchen on the boat and can make meals onboard to our tastes. But it means getting creative sometimes. Continue reading
It’s that time of year again when I resurface from a hiatus!! We are nearing the end of our sailing season in the Caribbean. It has been a great winter of island hopping, hosting friends on board and enjoying a slower, simpler kind of life.
But all good things must come to an end, and our time in the Caribbean is no exception. And there is nothing more depressing for a cruiser than watching your boat come out of the water. Except maybe knowing that you are flying home to subzero temperatures and snow still on the ground. And then I seriously question all my life choices. And consume a vast amount of chocolate. And (obviously) drink wine. And that helps a bit. Continue reading
Since returning from our year off, I have had many people tell me how much they hated me in the past year. And that hurts! But I get it – all they saw was pictures of beautiful European capitals, amazing food and drink, sailing with dolphins, then an endless camera roll of beautiful white sandy beaches, palm trees, happy-hour cocktails and Caribbean sunsets. I am sure that it all got pretty old when it was -20 in the middle of February. But the tables have turned, and now I am the one being tormented by my own photos. Every day, my social media feeds remind me that One Year Ago, I was somewhere amazing. Continue reading
There is a certain sense of romance associated with the south of France, n’est-ce pas? The turquoise waters of the Mediterranean, palm trees lining the Côte d’Azur (aka the French Riviera), groves of olive trees and fields of lavender. And vineyards, bien sûr.
What do you think of when you hear Bordeaux? France, certainly. Row upon row of vines. Left bank and right bank. Cabernet sauvignon and merlot. Highly structured reds that cellar for years, even decades. Fried chicken. Wait, what? Continue reading