There’s a place for sailors where the wind blows from the North; for hikers where flower lined trails touch the Aegean Sea; and for mere mortals where the food is fit for gods.  It’s The Cyclades of Greece.  Thus far,…

Ships log - Day one N35°33.5' E15°59.9' We’re somewhere between Malta and Crete.  Should the timing of arrival not be in our favor (dark of night), we will land in Syros, instead of Crete.  Michael chased two yellow-bellied birds out…

Dear Michael,           I’m wondering if your perfect cut and shave have grown out since we’ve been apart.  I miss you, and it makes me smile to think about that master barber flaming your ears in Karaköy.            From the…

We girls had an argument, and Gerty won.  She got a new gennaker, and I got a splint.  The new sail is awesome.  It’s red, white and blue.  My thumb was just blue.  The pollice schiacciato (crushed thumb) happened in…

To say I haven’t thought of you every day since I’ve been in France would be an understatement.  Your spirit was with the birds in the trees that line the river walk to Le Paz.  You were in the snowflakes…

I’ve missed writing from this spot in Gerty’s salon.  I always sit on the starboard side, facing port.  My computer rests on the world map that covers our table.  Our picture wall, with snaps of friends and family, is to…

There is a panificio in Licata, Sicily where the bakers made us feel at home the very first time we went there.  The woman behind the counter spoke just enough English, and we spoke just enough Italian to communicate our…

Let’s talk about sailing, and Greek salad.  You know it’s going to be a serious passage when the dinghy motor gets hoisted and locked away. You know it’s going to be the best Greek salad you’ve ever tasted when every…

If you cross your hands over your heart, hook your thumbs together and fan out your fingers, then you have made the emblem of Albania. I learned this from Greta (Albanian-Italian), who is the wife of Andrea (Italian), who is…

There’s water everywhere!  The streets are flooded and children are splashing into giant puddles.  The sky has swallowed up the sun in a hurry, only to burp out intermittent dark grey clouds of indigestion.  We spent the morning reprovisioning at…