Docking at Falmouth, Jamaica, evidence of the devastating hurricane was apparent. Blue tarped roofs and uprooted trees showed the damage.  Our ship was one of the first back to a town that depends on tourism. We walked into town where some shops were closed permanently, unable to survive the four months without  business. A grocery…

It’s been 30 years since we were in the Dominican. The kids were 5, 10 and 12. Lots of good memories there. The first day in the Dominican in the oppressive heat we walked from the port, past three baseball fields, over a bridge and into the town of La Romana. It was a large…

The world gets smaller. On our last night at sea, admiring the moon on the water, the group of four next to us were talking about their post cruise plans. They were a Czech family, mom and dad and two grown daughters. We had the same plans and the conversation progressed. We were from Canada,…

1983 nautical mikes from Lisbon in the middle of the North Atlantic. No birds, no land, just ocean and sky. The sea depth is 5000m! I’ve done this route a few times in the past so I know the routine. Heading to the Caribbean, each day gets warmer. Soon we’ll see flying fish and an…

The first night was a roughish night at sea. Not too bad, but not great. It wasn’t enough to interfere with breakfast. I attended the knit and stitch meetup at 8:45 a.m. We were a group of six women from five countries. It went so well we stayed on to knit and participate in the…

We indulged in our pastel nata (Portuguese egg tarts, literal translation = cream pastry) breakfast. Afterwards we Ubered to Lisbon’s cruise ship terminal. We are sailing on a budget line (NCL) and every step of the process is slow compared to other companies. It took 90 minutes to check in with preferred access.  It’s a…

The trekking party is over for now. It was an exhausting day although no walking was involved. It was time to return to Lisbon to return the car and spend a night prior to boarding the ship. The drive was nerve wracking on Portugal’s version of the autobahn. Our brains having been used to travelling…

OK, I lied. Greg and I added more to the total by walking to and joining the trail close to where the rain stopped C and I the day of our arrival in Lagos. What a pleasant walk it was, primarily on boardwalk that took us past the lighthouse and all the way to our…

A photo from yesterday, last minute pack adjustments on the beach, typical of every day. We were falling short of our 100k goal so this morning’s mission was to wrap it up by walking to the beginning/ending point of the Fisherman’s Trail of the Rota Vicentina. We found the official location at the Lagos train…

We checked out of the pensao and drove through the countryside to Burgau. If you know me, you know I like tree tunnel pictures as much as I like lone tree photos.  Burgau had a small beach nestled between two rocky cliffs. Up we went in cobblestones to the clay then rock trails above the…