Life's a Stitch

It took two weeks, admittedly creeping along the ocean to get from Miami to Copenhagen. C, who works in the shipping industry, figures it is less expensive to slow the trip down fully staffed and supplied, than to pay for the fuel required for higher speeds. Our voyage consisted of ten days at sea and three ports prior to our arrival at Copenhagen. 

Port #1  was in the Azores, the Hawaii of Portugal. Kudos to the ship's officers for finding the tiny islands in the middle of a vast ocean. It was bucketing rain.  We hamsters were released from our treadmill after six days at sea, traipsing laps on the promenade deck. We were determined to walk for a change of scenery. We are reminded that we are fortunate for our first world problems. Blogless Marsha and David pose while visiting Parque Antonio Borges in Ponta Delgada: 

Port #2: Dover, England

Oh those white cliffs and that castle! We toured that rambling stone complex, the Roman tower, the medieval palace and the secret tunnels of World War II:

The icing on the cake was as we were leaving at dusk, the ship's speaker system played Vera Lynn singing her original rendition of the White Cliffs of Dover.

The last stop prior to Copenhagen was Helsingborg, Sweden, as the crow flies only 28 miles away. As with other European cities it was full of charm, history and a castle:

But it was Sunday and the yarn shop was closed. There, I managed to sneak in some knitting content.