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Here in America, we celebrate Columbus Day, the day the famed explorer, Christopher Columbus reached the Americas on October 12, 1492. This Columbus Day, spend a few minutes in discussion with your kids on the importance of this holiday and make 3 mini paper boats to celebrate his crossing the Atlantic on his fleet of the Nina, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria. Celebrating holidays like Columbus Day with kids activities is what we do.  Here are some of our favorites similar to How to Make a Paper Boat…we even have paper airplanes! I wrote about the 2016 Washington Nationals and new features of the park, giveaways, theme nights and more.
Here's the link to the YouTube video of Dan Ronan on The Late Live Show we talk about in the episode. You, Me, Them, Everybody Live will be part of this May's CROM Comedy Festival this May in Atlanta! I interviewed Pulitzer Prize winner and a Kanye West collaborator Caroline Shaw for Brightest Young Things.
A chance to use Rowdy Roddy Piper, CM Punk, John Cena and Stone Cold Steve Austin theme music. I thought a WrestleMania with republican presidential nominee Donald Trump interacting with The Boogeyman would be great. April 14, 2015Here is a super cute and quick little craft fr you  – cork and rubber band boats. 1) Place your elastic around the three corks – try and get 3 corks that are roughly the same width. Well, the mince pies are all gone, and I have been to the Boat Show at Excel (yawn), so it must be 2011. My Annual Post-Christmas Turkey Hunt went OK, although this year I could only find a frozen one. I was much helped in my culinary efforts by advice for cooking turkeys kindly sent to me by Phil Ball.
As a venue Excel beats the old Earla€™s Court in that the air conditioning is much better, so part-cured GRP odours do not get up your nose so much, but that is about all.
I had two nautical as opposed to social purposes in going to Excel, and both were easily achieved without any queuing or waiting about. One was to visit a€?Hanse UKa€? (Inspiration Marine), say a€?Hia€? to the folk I dealt with when buying Selene last year, and take a look at the new Hanse 355, which model has replaced my 350. The other serious purpose was to visit Selden and talk about a small removable mini-bowsprit for Selene to make the chute set better and handling it even easier. Of course we all want to look out for the perfect piece of multi-purpose navigation and safety equipment. So what should this hypothetical ideal piece of navigational and safety electronics be able to do? So no wonder I was not particularly excited about trying to find new charts, plotters, or almanacs at Excel - I had it all in my pocket anyhow! The iPhone is not perfect for reading books or magazines and newspapers because of its screen size, although you can do both,, nor for playing Scrabble or Monopoly round the cabin table when weather-bound in port. But the point is that the iPhone, like its bigger cousin the iPad, is a really seriously useful piece of boat gear. My policy on Selene for cruising as opposed to day-sailing is that each crew-member is already expected to have at least a basic mobile phone as part of their personal safety gear. I shall be surprised in three years or so if most yotties do not carry a GPS equipped smart-phone. On Wednesday 19th January, we on Selene in company with Bonni Lady, LTSC Commodore Derek Eastera€™s last boat, were able to salute him coming down the Solent from Chichester in his new boat, Dawn Bird, which appropriately for her name, is equipped with red sails. At about the same time poor Silver Flame, a Westerly Konsort (identical to my last boat, Dawna€™s Early Light, see Other Stuff), literally hit trouble somewhat inshore from the Hamstead Ledge buoy.
Very bad luck, but it serves to remind us that the Solent is still littered with WWII debris in various places.
I mentioned last time the great 2011 Cruising Programme Launch that Andie and Mike Smith are running at 1830 hours on February 4th. I thought last months photo quiz - Portland Bill Light from the inshore passage, taken from my boat in August 2009 - would be too easy. I have had a few offers of photos for the cruising archive, but there must be masses more out there.
Another route if you have some topical photos, sailing or social, is that LTSC now has a Facebook page established by the IT guys, and you could paste them up there. The other serious purpose was to visit Selden and talk about a small removable mini-bowsprit for SeleneA  to make the chute set better and handling it even easier. At about the same time poor Silver Flame, a Westerly Konsort (identical to my last boat, Dawna€™s Early Light, see Other Stuff), literally hit trouble somewhat inshore from the Hamstead Ledge buoy.A  She stuck fast on something, much to the surprise of those on board. A few phone calls, and a hurry up shift on the Limo companies part, and we were all in the stretch limo headed for Toronto. We found the second-story, enclosed passageway, that leads from the three airport terminals to the Airport Hilton.We walked its length, passing the rail terminal, where we found an ATM and got some needed Euros. We arose early, the differences in time zones not yet acclimated into our circadian rhythms. We bought some cappuccino and croissants, in an airport restaurant, and watched the giant aerial behemoths land and take off in this busy airport.
We climbed these ancient steps, enjoying the surreal experience of viewing the huge sculptures flanking the stairs headway and wondering at the many who had come this way throughout the ages. Just up the rise, behind the triumphant arch of Constantine, we could see the now familiar broken circle of the remains of the coliseum. Hunger was gnawing at us, so we stopped at a cute little trattoria labeled a€?planet pizza.a€? We ordered two slices of pizza and continued on, walking the narrow streets as we munched on our pizza.
We sat for a time, watching the tourists, and enjoying the sunshine and 62 degree temperatures.
After lunch, we walked about the piazza, enjoying the controlled tumult and browsing the artists with their easels and the colorful souvenir vendors. We were becoming foot weary from the line of march, but headed southeast from the Piazza Navona, in search of the fabled Pantheon. Soon, we turned a corner and stood still for a moment, appreciating the classic lines of the Pantheon, a former pagan temple that had been constructed in 183 A.D. From the Pantheon, we followed our map to the Via Corso and headed back towards that huge monument dominating the skyline, the Vittorio Emmanuel II, in the Piazza Venezia.
We walked the small and narrow streets nearby, looking in on the small vegetable and food shops. The ten oa€™clock bus into Rome looked like the Kowloon ferry at rush hour, so we opted to walk over to the train station to catch the express run into stazione terminal. At Stazione Terminal, we detrained and walked through the large terminal that connects the surface railways with the two principal subway lines which crisscross underneath Roma. Next, we came upon one of the ancient Italian Monsignors celebrating mass at one of the side chapels.
Even the sophisticated stand here quietly unsure of exactly what they are seeing, but respectful of the idea that the remains of so noteworthy a historical figure lay just a few yards away in plain sight. We walked up the nearest boulevard to the Tiber, in search of one of the more storied edifices in Rome, the Castle San Angelo. We emerged into a small courtyard, at the top of the castle, where a statue of St., Michael the archangel, stands ready to protect all with his sword and shield. On our way down, we espied several small exhibit rooms where huge a€?blunder bussesa€? and small cannon of many sorts lay on exhibit.Their fired lead must have cut down many attacking marauders in ages past. We crossed the Tiber at the Ponte Cavour and walked three blocks over to the Via Corso.We were headed for one of the more spacious and beautiful Piazzas in Rome, the Piazza Del Poppolo. The Parkland is well cared for and looks like a pleasant spot for Romans to gather on a spring or summera€™s day.
We stopped by a station restaurant and bought some wonderful vegetable paninis (sandwiches) for later. We enjoyed another swim in the hotel pool and then stopped by the hotela€™s atm for another 100 euros.
We retrieved our luggage from the bus and stood in line for a brief 20 minutes of check-in procedures. We walked the decks, exploring our ship and enjoyed the lounges, shop areas and the many other nooks and crannies of entertainment and activity spread around the decks.
Deck #11 aft holds a smaller restaurant called the a€?Trattoria,a€? and serves Italian food every night.
We met in the Stardust lounge on deck #10 and got tickets for our 10-hour tour of the Tuscan Countryside and the fabled walled city of Siena. As the tour bus careened down the highway, we looked at the pastoral scenes, of groves of olive trees and vineyards, dotting the gently rolling landscape.
Marco walked us from the bus parking area to the Chiesa San Domingo where we met our local guide a€?Rita.a€? She launched into what was to be a colorful and informed narrative of the Sienaa€™s history and development.
We walked through the narrow, cobbled streets and admired the well preserved walls and quaint shops that appeared around every turn. We walked slowly along the medieval streets, admiring the ancient framing and well preserved architecture. Just next to the Duomo, Rita pointed out an entire area that had been laid out to expand the church.
Marco led us to the ancient a€?Spade Fortea€? ristorante, on the periphery of the Piazza, for lunch.
We still had time left after lunch, so we walked back to the Duomo and, for 6 euros each, entered the Musee da€™Opera, next to the Duomo.
The bus drove by the walled city of San Gimiano and we caught a glimpse of the open gates of what marco called a a€?medieval disneyland.a€? It looked like a great place to wander when the crowds were less intense. We dressed for dinner this evening in a€?business attire.a€?It was one of the two a€?formal nightsa€? on the ship. The seas were calm that night and we walked topside, enjoying the night air and each othera€™s company.We never lose sight of how fortunate we are to be with each other in these exotic and interesting locales.
We passed through Recco, a Ligurian center for cooking, and then exited into the a sprawling town of Rappalo for the coastal ride into Santa Margarita, where we would take a small ferry to Porto Fino, the heart of the Italian Riveria. The Castello Brown is everything your imagination could place it to be, sited on the high promontory over a picture book Mediterranean village. In the quaint village below, we browsed the pricey shops, like Gucci & Ferragamo, noting the breath-taking prices listed in euros. The Canne waterfront surrounds the marina, a central square, filled with Sycamore trees, and replete with several cafes and their ubiquitous outside tables and chairs. We entered the A-8 Autostrade and drove through Nice and on towards Monaco, some 90 kilometers miles further along the fabled Cotea€™ da€™azur. From quaint and medieval EZE, we descended to the Middle Corniche Road for the picturesque ride into nearby Nice. From the Palais, Patrick threaded the huge tour bus through the narrow streets, fighting the Easter-morning, Mass traffic. I thought that I had a pretty good command of French, but at moments like these, it seems to desert you. Pat and John were accompanied by friend Joanne, a retired teacher, Al and his mother Cora, also from celebration Florida and the Two Australians, Mike and Carmen Harchand.
Revelry aside, the injury was throbbing insistently, so we returned to our cabin, with my hand elevated in the a€?French salute but with the wrong finger.a€? The seas were running rough this evening, with ten foot swells and 25 knot winds. We passed by the entrance to the Las Ramblas, the broad pedestrian promenade that extends into the city, and continued on.
The first wonder that we passed is Antonio Gaudia€™s a€?Batlo House.a€? Built in 1906, it is several stories high and has a delightful facade of painted ceramic tiles. Next, we passed the Casa Mila, another Gaudi masterpiece, with its distinctive wavy and flowing, tiled facade. Then, we came to the sanctum sanctorum of architecture, the Cathedral of the Segrada Familia. The four seasons and many other symbols are represented in this flowing montage that is more enormous sculpture than architecture. Restless, we wandered the decks, met and talked with the Martins and then found a nice photo of ourselves, taken in Sienaa€™s main Piazza, in the photo gallery. We stopped for a time, in one of the deck ten lounges, and read our books, enjoying the quiet mode of the ship at sea. We walked topside, enjoying as always the collage of sun, sea and sky, as we knifed through the rolling swells.
The Devonshire spread ( as in butt the size of) still engulfed us, so we did another five laps around the deck # 7 promenade.
Start with a 5×7 sheet of paper an fold it in half and press down on the middle crease. Push the two sides of the triangle in towards one another, just as you did in Step 4, creating a diamond again.
Holding the diamond facing you, pull both the right and left top layers out to form the hulls of the boat. Although she swears she is not crafty, this momma never lacks in creativity and enthusiasm - her ultimate goal is making exceptional memories for her family. Good for the person that could care less about baseball and good for the person that cares a moderate amount. 25 picks from me, 25 picks from people like The Mountain Goats' John Darnielle, Janeane Garofalo, Etgar Keret and more. It's with Ezra Furman. I really like this episode because there's a lot of talk about religion and that's not usually something that comes up when you're interviewing bands backstage at rock venues. It's about how wrestling is the one form of entertainment where it's acceptable to root for the devil.
These are ridiculously easy and quick to do and yet are so cute and fun AND really float well. Or to be exact I went to meet up with a friend, to drop in briefly on the Boat Show with her (mainly for lunch), and then in the evening to meet older son Ed for a meal and go on to stay with him and his lovely wife, Maria for three nights over that weekend. Ita€™s quick and easy enough to get to from Lymington, via South West Trains, Jubilee Line, and the Docklands Light Railway (although my friend, who lives much closer to London, was thinking about something else, and despite having been to Excel last year, had to text me to say she would be late - she was on autopilot and had gone to Earla€™s Court by mistake!) But once you get to Excel, the surroundings around it are a desert. The hull, deck, and rig, are identical apart from the shroud chainplates having been moved from the deck to the side of the hull. My individual subscription to the RYA paid for itself via the membera€™s lounge where we had quite a good lunch. The various sailing comics like Yachting Monthly provide all the information about the available makes of baggy wrinkle, widgets, or electronics, you could ever need. The point is I already had one of these marine wonder devices in my pocket - it is called my iPhone. Right now it has 14 days worth, continuous without repeats, of my favourite music on it, ready to plug into Selenea€™s sound system. For that you need an iPad and its bigger screen, although that does fail the pocket-size test.
It is a back-up for all my fixed gear on Selene except the echo sounder, and in most cases can do just the same job.
There are situations where a€?999 Coastguarda€? on your cell-phone could be easier to do than to remember the procedure for a VHF Mayday, particularly on a strange VHF set. My iPhone is certainly the best all-round piece of kit I have acquired in the last 2.5 or so years. Hamstead Ledge is, I believe, the remains of a barrier which stretched across to Sowley Boom, and the chart shows a narrow band from the IoW right across to Sowley marked as a€?Obstructions, No Fishing or Anchoringa€?. According to QI on the box it takes 8 weeks for Spring to get from Landa€™s End to John Oa€?Groats, so no wonder there are so many Scots around down here. Details of all these events are now on the LTSC Web site, but I will outline them here as well.
I am afraid I shall not be there because that evening I should be at about 110 N 890 W underway from Barbados to the island of Curacao. Mike Kelly was the first to venture an answer in public on the Forum - he said it was a€?the Pointe de Raz opposite the Ar Men lighthouse in the Raz de Seinea€?. So lets now see what Peter himself looks like on an LTSC Meet when he has been trying for ages to work out which boat the party is on (in this case some years back on Mike and Annie Stevensa€™ Manike at Gunwharf Quay).
This is mainly so those who are away can post short pieces so that family and friends can see where we have all got to and what is going on. Piece of cake.A  Selden (whose stand like everyone elsea€™s was pretty much empty) make all the bits needed in a range of sizes, and were very helpful.
The Sea Start Rib, which came to her aid, also thought when alongside that there should be enough water under Silver Flamea€™s keels. Hamstead Ledge is, I believe, the remains of a barrier which stretched across to Sowley Boom, and the chart shows a narrow band from the IoW right across to Sowley marked as a€?Obstructions, No Fishing or Anchoringa€?.A  So it can pay to be much more cautious than the depth-sounder might lead you to believe is necessary.
Mike Kelly was the first to venture an answer in public on the Forum - he said it was a€?the Pointe de Raz opposite the Ar Men lighthouse in the Raz de Seinea€?.A  Peter Upcher soon put him right and gave the correct answer. All passengers casually look up at a large electronic tote board that lists gate assignments.
I could see the white cliffs of Dover as we crossed over the English channel and flew across to France. It seems that they had left an entire baggage cart, from our flight, at Heathrow during one of the a€?beat the clock a€? scenarios. Sounds of French, Italian, Spanish and several other languages swam around our ears as we sat musing about where we were. At the top of the steps, we crossed a small terrace and looked down into the elegant rubble that is the remains of the Roman Forum. Its several tiers, all filled with open arches, even now reminds me of the many sports arenas we had visited. Then, we set out over the very pricey Via Condotti, browsing the windows of Bvlgari, Gucci, Ferragamo and a score of other trendy shops. We were tempted to enter the a€?Tre Scalinia€? and order a€?Tartuffo,a€? that wonderful roman delight that is a€?fried ice cream,a€? but passed on the opportunity in the interests of fitting into our clothes.
We wandered the back alleys, consulting our trusty map and once asking a merchant for directions.The trouble with asking questions in passable Italian is that the hearer assumes you speak the language fluently and rattles off a response in rapid fashion.
We showered and prepped for the day.NCL was putting on a buffet breakfast in the hotel for the early cruise ship passengers. Three hundred and fifty cruise passengers had booked a few days in Rome and were expected this morning. We sought out and found the a€?Aa€? line that would take us up to the Vatican and the Chiesa San Pietro (St. We could see the walls of Vatican city up ahead of us and the huge dome of Saint Petera€™s against the skyline. Petera€™s held a long line of pilgrims, school children on holiday and other penitents from the four corners of the globe. We were debating where we would head next, when we noticed that the line had lessened for St. Petera€? stand in their wooded splendor, for all the world like an outsized throne for some race of giants. We sat through the mass understanding much and received communion, saying a prayer for Brothera€™s Paddya€™s repose. I said a brief prayer for all of those whom we had lost and moved on to the marbled hallway.
It is a circular and high walled fortress that has served in different eras as a castle for the Caesara€™s, a prison, a church and now a stone monument to antiquity. A small pile of stone cannonballs lay next to what must have been the remains of a medieval catapult, used to bomb the attackers with. A few tug boats and a single scull, powered by a lone oarsman, were all that broke the surface of this venerable and storied river.
We slowly climbed the winding steps, to its heights, noting the occasional bum sleeping in the park bushes. We walked along the parkway, dodging the odd service truck, and admired the imposing bulk of the Villa Borghese, sitting on a hill above us. A group of Spanish school kids were singing happy birthday to one of their group amidst much laughter.
I signed up for an hour with the hotels internet station ( 20 euros) and sent a number of messages to friends and relatives across the ether of cyberspace. Then, we settled in with paninis, chips,acqua minerale con gassata and a good bottle of Chianti, while we read our books and got ready to join The Norwegian Dream for an itinerary we had long anticipated. On deck #12, aft, we found the a€?Sports Bara€? a small buffet-style restaurant that served all three meals daily.
Like all liners, the boat is equipped with motorized, ocean-going tenders that are wholly enclosed and hold up to 128 passengers when full. It was followed with a nice spinach salad, a grilled tuna steak and a delightful cannolli and decaf cappuccino.
Its most famous Saint, Catherine of Siena, had been a dominican nun who was a a€?close associatea€? of the reigning pope in Avignon. Then, we walked into the small piazza that holds the most prized treasure in Siena, the Duomo Santa Maria da€™ Assumption. We fell in with and enjoyed the company of two colorful residents of Celebration, Florida, Pat and John McGoldrick, former Beantown (Boston) residents and fellow Irish Americans. Ensconced within are all of the original statuary and murals from the exterior of the church.As the marble became worn, throughout the centuries, artisans had replicated the original statuary and remounted them on the facade.
We elected to choose again the Trattoria for dinner, where we were seated with Ray and Sarah from Atlanta. Geographically, the rocky headland of Porto Fino separates the gulfs of Tivuglio and Paradisio.
We enjoyed the colorful front street of nice hotels, shops and restaurants, as we exited the bus in the rain.
The harbor area rings a small marina, with wonderful sailing yachts scattered amidst the smaller craft. Christiana took us through the commercial center of Genoa , stopping at the central a€?Piazza venti septembre, 1870a€? which commemorates the date of the Italian unification. A light rain and a 42 degree chill greeted us, as we stood topside to watch the Dream get underway.
The Mediterranean Sea sparkled a dazzling blue against the bright sun and lighter blue of the sheltering sky. Francois Grimaldi, the founder of the line, came to the area in 1297, with a small army of soldiers, all disguised as monks. We followed a nicely trimmed walkway to the a€?Rochea€? (rock) area, so named because it had literally been carved from the cliffside rock. The crenelated battlement of the original castle had been added to over the generations to produce an odd hybrid.
Along the roadside, at several intersections, sit scale, bronzed models of Le Mans race cars, denoting the world famous auto race that roars through the streets of Monaco every May. We skipped breakfast and had coffee topside, admiring the Marseilles harbor and the surrounding mountains, in the bright, Easter-morning sun. It is now the second largest city and largest commercial port in France, with one million people living in the metropolitan area. We set off from the port area, stopping first at the a€?Old Cathedrala€? in the a€?vieux port a€? area of the harbor. A score or so of fishermen were minding stalls that sold fresh fish, everything from whole squid and lobsters, to eels. The kind and elderly woman, perhaps a nun in mufti, helped clean the wound, put antiseptic ointment on it and dressed it in gauze.
The city had erected three separate, exterior walls, for defensive purposes, as the city evolved over the centuries. Unfortunately , Antonio Gaudi was killed, in a traffic accident, at a young age and construction was interrupted.
Built for a 1929 world exposition, this elegant structure and plaza is now an art museum.
The theme for the evening was a€?American Presidents and their favorite foods.a€? We chose a Gerald Ford, Norwegian, salmon appetizer. Our journey comes to an end with the best women's match in Mania history and a chance to play The New Day, Rowdy Roddy Piper and John Cena's themes and parts of Stone Cold Steve Austin, Mick Foley and Jake "The Snake" Roberts' music. Or don't because we've reached the point where anyone can enjoy this without knowing any back story. Once you start making these easy cork boats, you will soon find yourself with a whole regatta of them!!!! Jostling through the heaving crowds, one went from stall to stall discovering new galvanised widgets which with ingenuity one could turn to some purpose quite different from that for which they had been designed, and so improve onea€™s little boat. That is simply because the cabin has been redesigned and it eliminates the substantial rods which on my boat take the shroud loads down through a locker to the bottom of the hull.
And for reading in the cockpit in bright sunlight, why then you need a Kindle with its e-paper screen. And at least you do not have crew members wandering off at lunch-time to try and find a phone-box in Brixham, as happened in 2009! I have had someone comment that Selenea€™s chart-plotter being positioned by the wheel is not ideal because the crew cannot see where we are! Just log-in and search for Lymington Town Sailing Club (LTSC has been grabed by some other organisation).
I came back much refreshed with the winter blues chased away a bit.A  But I do not think the Excel Boat Show had much to do with that! It was obviously a very local obstruction because she is twin-keeled yet was beginning to list as the tide fell.
We had finished packing the evening before, so we had time to stop at a nearby restaurant and had bagels and coffee, while reading the paper. Traffic was light, at the peace bridge and on the Queen Elizabeth Expressway, so we breezed into Torontoa€™s Pearson airport in 90 minutes, well in time for all of us to relax and check in for our afternoon flights. The plane was a€?sro,a€? every seat was filled.A few of the piccolo mostro (little monsters) squawked a bit during the flight but it went quickly enough. The neatly outlined farms, of the French country side, flashed below us in a well ordered array. Once, this small area had been graced with rows of gleaming white marble structures, the business, commerce and affairs of much of the western world had been waged here daily. We dodged their insistent sales pitches and walked out onto the Via Imperiali, walking towards the Vittorio Emmanuel II monument. The fascination of Rome is that you stumble upon these grand and ancient monuments so casually when you turn a street corner. We were headed in the distance towards the Fiume Tiber and the Piazza Navona, another famous gathering place and site of three majestic Bernini fountains. We smiled, strained to understand and thanked the man for a€?su aiutoa€? (his help) As a parenthetical, I dona€™t know that we have ever found a people as gracious, patient and willing to help as we have the Italians.
It has classic greek columns in the front and a large dome that has at its center and open a€?occulia€? that lets light enter the dimly lit church. You got so your ear could hear them approach and you knew you had to run like hell to get out of their way. We relaxed in the room, wrote up our notes and then went for an invigorating swim in the hotela€™s pool. Four blocks over, we spilled into one of the most famous squares in the modern world.The Piazza San Pietro was already crowded with pilgrims by mid morning.
We walked about the piazza enjoying the semi-circle of the grand columns with their statues of popes and saints standing atop them. A line was gathered near a tombed figure with an open, glass side, so we stood patiently in line to see what drew the attention. The frescoes on the walls, the gilded and painted windows and the wealth of two thousand years held us in awe. I figured a mass and a lighted candle at the Vatican might give him some juice in the far beyond.
For 5 euros each, we entered and walked around the inside periphery of this two thousand year old castle. Off the courtyard lies a circular verandah that overlooks all of Rome.We sat for a bit and enjoyed the view, then found a tiny cafe where we had a cappuccino with other pilgrims who visiting the fortress. We retraced our path, down the circular ramp, and exited onto the esplanade along the Tiber, replete with cadres of africans hawking all manner of souvenirs.
It is a functioning museum, with a collection of intersting sculptures and art works, but we were tiring with the day and wanted to push on.
A swirl of languages provided an auditory bath for our ears, as we walked amid the crowds, enjoying the life and laughter of so many around us.
We had to ask how the Italian key board works, to find the ampersand symbol that is used in e-mail addresses. The lobby was awash with businessmen, attending some conference or other, and hundreds of other cruise-ship passengers wandering about. The surrounding countryside was devoted mainly to agriculture, with many vineyards running along the coast. The papal states took possession of the harbor in the 14th century and it had evolved into the chief commercial port of Rome during unification in 1870. We stood in our orange life vests, with whistle and water activated light, and listened patiently to the crew member assigned to us. It is our custom, when cruising, to have a drink at the topside bar and watch the ship leave port. We were seated at a small table for two and ordered a bottle of Meridian Merlot from a Ukranian wine steward named a€?Igor.a€? We exchanged several comments in Russian and enjoyed the conversation with him.
Siena is south and east of Florence, a beautiful city of art and culture that we had already visited and enjoyed on a previous trip. We stopped in the Piazza Tolomei, the home of the aforementioned banking syndicate, Monte Dei Pasche. Finished in the late 1300a€™s, this Romanesque, white and green striped, marble epiphany, with roseate trim, is impressive. A lively lunch, well seasoned with several flagons of the local Chianti, consisted of pasta and mushrooms in sauce, asparagus risotto, (no carne for four), cheese, green beans and salad,finished off with a ricotta cheese desert that was wonderful and accompanied throughout with aqua frizzante. Looking at these originals gives you an appreciation for the odd seven hundred years that the place had been around. A huge, victory-arch framed three floral gardens that are dedicated to Christobal Colon (Columbus) and his three ships on their voyage of discovery to the Americas in 1492. The lights, of the whole amphitheater of Genoa, were twinkling in the dark as we eased from the harbor and set off Westward along the Ligurian Coast. We drove down the grand boulevard, Avenue Crossette and viewed the huge hotels, the site of the international film festival and even a statuesque column to the emperor, Napoleon. They attacked the surprised Genoese defenders and overwhelmed them, taking possession of the area and declaring it the Principality of Monaco.
We walked along the Boulevard San Martin, passing two pricey homes that housed the royal daughters, and stopped to visit the Church of the Immaculate Conception.


Reluctantly, we left the a€?Rochea€? area, with its palace and fairy tales, and returned to the bus. We parked at another huge garage and took the elevators and escalators up to a small plaza that houses the Monaco Opera house. Parked out front today, were an Aston Martin, two lamberghinia€™s, several Jaguars, the odd couple of lesser Mercedes and a row of other luxury cars, with an attendant to watch over them.
Czar Nicholas of Russia, and Queen Victoria of England, and scores of lesser roalty, had been frequent visitors to the area.
It is of green and white striped marble construction, like the church in Siena, but much less ornate. We watched as several fishermen worked around their small fishing dories, cleaning and mending nets. By now, I was recovering a bit and managed to remember enough French to thank her and say that she was a€?very kind for helping me.a€? I kept my hand elevated, in a position of a€?The french salute, but with the wrong finger,a€? as we walked around the grounds of the cathedral. Was this not the land from whence the phrase had originated a€?waiting for Godot?a€? We stopped by the a€?slop chutea€? for a salad and then sat topside for a bit, admiring the harbor on such a bright and sunny day.
Mary took over the job of transcribing my travel notes and agreed to take notes on the next few days tours, until I could manage to grip a pen well enough to write. Portions of all three still existed and had been added to architecturally over the years in something the guide called a€?architectural lasagna.a€? It is a nIce turn of phrase. The a€?newer sectionsa€? of Barcelona are laid out in a geometrical grid, with broad boulevards and more green spaces.
The streets in the area have ornamental wrought iron lamp posts and the buildings are adorned with ornate metal floral designs. Originally planned as a 60 residence housing project for the wealthy, only two homes were ever built.
It is flanked by a lovely parkland that stretches along the edge of this hillside and looks out over the city and harbor. We squeezed into a table with two charming Southern Belles from Kentucky, Sandy and JoQuetta.
We were bouncing messages off satellites, all over the world, and in instant communication with friends five thousand miles away. We started off making colourful sails and then moved on to some of these pirate cork boat beauties. And they tell me some sort of world sporting event is to be held down in Docklands next year? Things that onea€™s local chandler had never heard of, and certainly did not stock, and which otherwise could only be obtained from some place in deepest Essex.
Oh, and the other change on-deck is that the Eberspacher exhaust outlet has been moved - which would have saved me two separate fenders when crew have slung them over the stern rail whilst the heater was running!
Then it must be able to display our position automatically on up-to-date electronic charts, perhaps carrying charts for the whole of the English Channel all the time, but with any other area easily and cheaply available. It also has the King James Bible, the Quoran, the Baghvad Gita, and a book on Buddhism (as a rationalist I like to be able to hold my end up if I get into religious arguments) plus the complete works of Shakespeare in fully searchable form.
No doubt the usual suspects will have been heard talking about what will happen when Scotland gets its Referendum and becomes independent.
Mary and Adam Reay will look after the supper in my absence and Adam has devised a cunning after-supper entertainment which involves Mike Peyton cartoons. I have not used Facebook much, but there is a quite surprising and growing band of us LTSC wrinklies on there now.
I had never thought about Twitter until the last Round the Island Race, when one could access on the race web site the a€?tweetsa€? from various boats as things proceeded, which made it all very alive.
Unfortunately, whilst Sea Start pulled her off, the transom-hung rudder broke off below the lower of the two stainless supports. I have not used Facebook much, but there is a quite surprising and growing band of us LTSC wrinklies on there now.A  Pasting photos on Facebook is useful to the IT team who are always looking for good photos about the club for the club web site. One inch of ice in 3 days !!!It wasreal windy most of the day and I spent more time in the EskimoQuick Fish 3.The two holes in the shelter provided some steady action for perch and bluegills. At that instant, the entire passenger compliment, for that flight, drops what they are doing and sprints for the assigned gate, some as far as a 15 minute walk away.
Then, the Italian Alps crowded the skyline.They are hills of the craggy and black granite variety, much like our own Rocky Mountains. The line was long and passengers were annoyed,some engaging in delightful histrionics, replete with loud voices and wild gestures. My minds eye could picture the parade of legions and cornucopia of other traffic that had passed this way before us in the 2700 years of Romea€™s history. Now, it took an active imagination to look into the dustbin of history and see what once was mighty Rome. The Coliseum looked majestic, as we looked over our shoulders, like some ancient mirage that would vanish the moment we stopped looking. We were headed to the most famous meeting spot in all of Rome, The a€?Spanish Steps.a€? They are a series of broad stone stairways that lead from the Piazza Espanga to the five-star Hotel Hassler, once the site of the Villa Medici, with its distinctive twin towers.
We sat in a small park on the Piazza Venezia and looked out over the monument with its huge Italian flags wafting in the afternoon breeze. It was busy with flight crews coming and going and scores of other travelers from everywhere.The airport location is ideal for weary passengers arriving from all points of the globe.
We sat down with a couple from Toronto and had a pleasant conversation.He is a retired fire fighter and she works in food service. Long lines waited to get into the Vatican museum and its moist desired visual prize, the Sistina Chapella (Sistine Chapel). The appeared for all the world like a semi circle of stone hawkers calling forth the faithful to come in and see what was cooking inside. We jumped into line and soon were admitted into the venerable wonder that is the church of St. We scurried over to the entrance to the underground crypt, thankful for the empty bellies of the many pilgrims who now donned the noon feedbag. A long marble hallway, opened every few yards into a grotto with a marble sarcoughogus that housed the remains of another Pope.
The stone work had been mended throughout the years, but reflected differing styles of stones and means of repair from the many eras of its menders.
The ornate facade of the Palace of Justice, just up ahead, looks like something from 19th century Paris, in its dirty-gray limestone majesty. Part of the ancient wall of Rome, with its standing city gate, frames the North side of the piazza. At its peak, we looked out over the Piazza del Poppolo and enjoyed the view of much of Rome. We found the subway entrance nearby and walked down into the bowels of Rome, to catch the a€?Aa€? train back to the terminal.
At 9 A,M, we walked through the lobby and again dined at the buffet breakfast put on by NCL in the hotel. The cabin was compact, but included a small sitting area, sliding doors onto a balcony and a small bathroom and shower.It was to be our home for the next twelve days. If you ever needed this sucker, in an emergency, it might well pay to know how to hell to get on board the craft.
The powerful tug a€?Eduardo Roacea€? helped nudge the dream in a 180 degree pivot, so she was bow first and able to steam more ably from the congested harbor area. He was to be one of several of the mostly Phillipino and eastern European wait staff with whom we were to interact. After dinner, we strolled the decks and now open shops (they close when in port) and enjoyed the comings and goings of the passengers in the lounges. The Pisamonte range hemmed the flat coastal plain into a narrow strip of tillable land, where farmers grew large commercial crops of grapes, sunflower seeds, olives and wheat.
She had been so venerated by the church, that when the Sienese wanted her body interred in the Chiesa San Domingo, Rome had only sent her head and a finger to be buried there, retaining the rest of her remains for veneration in Rome. We enjoyed the McGoldricka€™s company and were half lit from the Chianti when we emerged into the central piazza some 90 minutes later.
I am not much taken by religious art, but had to admire the pure artistry in stone so casually laid before us. We were high in the hills and caught pictorial visages of the valleys surrounding Siena, San Gimiano and the nearby towns. Topside, we looked out and viewed the amphitheater of Genoa, that surrounds the busy commercial port. A land road now reaches Porto Fino, but in the early part of the century, it had only been accessible by boat, increasing its attraction for those looking to a€?get awaya€? from it all.
We saw a sign with an arrow for a€?Castello Browna€? and walked the steep and terraced steps leading above the village. It is impressive enough, but the real treasure, for Americans, is to walk by a simple grave stone, amidst ancient Monagasque royalty, embedded in the floor near the main altar. We were having lunch in a€?La Chaumiere,a€? a picturesque, mountainside restaurant with a killer view of all of Monaco and the mediteranean beyond. Cap Da€™antibe, and the sparkling blue Mediterranean, are things you could look at all day.
Along the waterfront, pricey hotels dominate the grand boulevard for a stretch of seven kilometers. We much enjoyed the Martina€™s company and talked long enough for us to be the last ones in the Trattoria.
We had the option of a full day tour in Provence, but had decided that too many full day tours were wearing us a little thin.
Byzantine in style, like sacre Coeur in Paris, it sits on the site of a much older church first established there in 1100 A.D. Elaborate gates , with decorative iron works guarded the palais.Three marble lions strode atop the impressive gates.
It stands high on the summit of a hill, and features a huge gold tinted statue of a€?Notre Dame,a€? Mary, the mother of Christ.
It was the McGoldricks 24th wedding anniversary and we had been looking forward to joining them. My right hand was swollen, black and blue but felt well enough to get through the daya€™s tour.
It is apparently the local custom for Godfathers to purchase ornate cakes for their godchildren on this day. The impression we got was of a very clean and well ordered city, with little graffiti, litter or urban blight.
The three other facades of the church are radically different in design, all reflecting the dynamics of the Spanish church and government in different periods of the cathedrals construction. The ship gathered speed and we reluctantly waived farewell to a beautiful and unique city in Catalonia. Calamari, risotto with shrimp, penne pasta, cannoli and decaf cappuccino all accompanied a Mondavi Merlot. The stitches and wound looked icky, but the tissue was already showing signs it might grow back together. I uncorked a bottle of champagne, that the cruise line had given us, and we toasted our good fortune at being here with each other.
Books written by gnarled mariners (or, at the least, Maurice Griffiths) about long voyages down muddy swatchways accompanied by roaring paraffin stoves. Down below lockers etc have been changed, with more stowage for books etc, but overall somewhat darker and more joinery dominated than my boat. But if you really need to do that side by side at a show, air fares are cheap, and going to a show in Dusseldorf in January is as feasible as traveling around Britain. There are several other books I keep on it in case I get bored, and I can use it to buy others if I need.
The Kindle, like the iPad, also downloads newspapers nicely whilst you are waiting for your train to leave, instead of scrumming in W H Smith, as I proved when coming home from London.
There are several other books I keep on it in case I get bored, and I can use it to buy others if I need.A  It has my Calendar and all my Contacts and Phone numbers. And you can find your chums from the club, and get prompted to say Happy Birthday to them as the years go by, as several of us have just done to Adam Reay, who has just caught me up in years by having his big 70th.
The Caribbean flights all fly out of Toronto in the early hours of the day and the European flights in the early evening hours. The hills were laden with snow beneath us as we soared over them.They looked cold, jagged and forbidding.
We had decided to eat at the Hotela€™s a€?Taverna,a€? rather than risk ramming around the area when we were this tired. We collapsed into a dreamless sleep of crowds, noisy children and the other bugaboos of travel crowding our heads. We dressed for the day and walked the half mile over to the airport terminal.Throngs of people were scurrying about.
The remaining spaces are crowded by large brick apartment complexes, stretching all along the train line that runs from the airport to Rome. The painted frescoes and saints statues had replaced the many ancient and pagan deities that had once adorned the niches in the walls.
We sat in the Antico cafe and enjoyed a cappuccino, looking out over the ancient Theater Marcello, another gracious ruin where the Caesars had enjoyed theater productions. The train was just about to leave the station, so we sprinted down the track and jumped on board just as the conductor gave the engineer the wave off. Complexes of brick condos and apartments signaled the arrival of the local stations, which we breezed through without stopping. We had already viewed this wonder on a previous visit and were not ungrateful that we didna€™t have to stand in the two-hour long line.
He had loomed large in my child hood and now I was here staring at his elegantly clad remains, like some rural Russian first encountering Lenina€™s tomb in Red Square in Moscow. A 60 foot high cliff, with grecian columned buildings, marks the eastern edge of the Villa Borghese and frame much of the remainder of the piazza. Then, we came upon the top of the Spanish steps and the storied Hotel Hassler and a few other four star and elegant small hotels. The winds were freshening and the waves were splashing high above the seawall, as we glided from port, waving by to Roma until we could return once again. It is from these small range of mountains that the world-famous Cararra marble is quarried.
The olive trees took thirty years to mature enough to yield sufficient fruit for a pressing. Many were small walled villages from the middle ages, replete with castle walls, church and bell tower. Nearby Florence and the beautiful walled village of San Gimiano also sit on this road and prospered from the pilgrims and commercial traffic that flowed along its length.
It all sounds a bit grisly to us now, but it was the time-honored custom of the medieval church in Italy. One large center and two smaller flanking triangles, of painted Murano glass, project colorful scenes of the Virgin Mary.
The Piazza is cobbled, and slanted to funnel into a flat area just in front of the Siena City Hall. Oysters Rockerfeller, salad, lobster tails and peach cobbler, with merlot and cappuccino, were wonderful. The Norwegian Dream would motor 118 miles North, to Genoa this evening, arriving by early morning. The city is shaped like an alluvial amphitheater and carved from the surrounding mountains, like Naples far to the South. The bus traversed several large tunnels, through the surrounding mountains, in our passage south to the Ligurian coast.
The coastal hills rose steeply, behind the narrow strip of road, as we motored past the Porto Fino headland and coasted towards the small harbor area that is Porto Fino.
Bougainvillea and other flowers were in bloom here and gave an aura of color and warmth even in the rain.
Flagons of Chianti and a soft, white wine accompanied fried mushrooms, pasta in pesto sauce, seafood lasagna, fried fish cakes (for the vegetarians.) Strawberries in lemon ice, with Decaf cappuccinos finished this tasty repast. It is glass walled and occupies three terraces and the entire rear of the ship on deck # 9.
It would be a long day for us, so we headed to the cabin to read and retire from another hard day of touristing.
The wholea€? countrya€? is carved from the cliffa€™s side, with terraced sections up and down the mountain. It reads a€?Gratia Patriciaa€? and houses the remains of Philadelphia-born film star, Grace Kelly.
I smiled momentarily, remembering an episode from the Television series, a€?The Sopranos.a€? The main character had unknowingly parroted a remark he hard from his shrink, referring to a€?Captain Tebesa€? as an elegant place to visit. Across the roadway , from the hotel and along the seaside, run a similar lengthy of beaches. Mary and I reversed course and walked along the marina and haborside, into the main square of Canne. The waiter was too polite to ask us to leave, but I had been thrown out of enough places already to recognize the imminent nature of the a€?buma€™s rush.a€? We made our goodnights and returned to the cabin, to read and relax. The guide wasna€™t doing any hand flips over the architectural style and there didna€™t appear to be any large crowds around on this, an Easter morning. Andre Dumas, a native of Marseilles, had written the a€?Man in the Iron maska€? using these prisons as his locale. Strollers, tourists and shoppers were already out and about the small a€?old harbor.a€? The restaurants were open, and the chairs put out, for the coffee drinkers.
My hand was throbbing to beat the band, but hey, no one likes a whiner, so we went and were glad we did. A former Roman outpost, from the first century, Barcelona is now the heart of the Catalonia region of Spain. Gaudi offers a unique marriage of art and architecture that is elegant in composition and a delight to the eyes.
The front facade rises in four towering and conical spires of dark brown sandstone, that narrow into tapered and brown-stone, laced pillars.
I could write several chapters on this elegant sandstone epiphany, but suffice it to say that it is a conceptual marriage of architect Antonio Gaudi, and painter Salvatore Dali. A large fountain, floral gardens and a well-ordered square complete and compliment this lovely square. I managed, in my best high school German, to tell the Germans that a set of my mothera€™s grand parents had come from Munich and that Buffalo has a sister-city relationship with Dortmund, a mid sized city near Dusseldorf. Cunningly implemented protractors said to make navigation in a rough sea a doddle and to be so much better than my trusted Captain Fielda€™s parallel rules (no, they werena€™t, and yes I still have my parallels.) A new discovery down every aisle in those days.
The same device should also have access to the widest possible range of weather forecasts, and data, including synoptic charts.
It can do so anywhere in the world where there is a 3G phone signal, and Amazon pays all the network charges. How can they be certain we English will not get there first and have an English Referendum on whether to continue the Union or not?
The death lull kicked in around1230 and fishing picked back up again at 3pm.I landed the usual residents of the lake-- a few trout, afew nice crappies, perch and gills. It was here that we encountered the curious version of what we were to call a€?beat the clock.a€? Terminal # 1 is the jump site for many of the shorter European flights from London. How the heck the luggage guys can figure this out and bring the right baggage to the quickly assigned gate appeared to be problematic, as we were to find out. We waited resignedly for our turn and then filled out the appropriate forms, with the besieged agent at the desk. We recognized the bleary look in some of their eyes and knew that they had just flown in from far away. Throngs of tourists, from all over the globe, swirled around us in a multi-cultural sea that was dizzying to the ear.
The Romans had staged sea battles, gladiator contests and all manner of spectator sports in these halls. It was one of those magical moments when you are very glad to be alive and with a loved one.
After our swim, we read our books and soon fell into the arms of Morpheus, where we slept like dead alligators in a swamp, for a blissful eight hours. We crossed over the Tiber River and smaller streams, noting the unique triangular, truss-supports on some of the more rural bridges. We hung on to over head straps and looked out into the gloomy subway, eyes unseeing like the most veteran romans.
We had purchased rosaries on a previous trip and wondered again at the whole a€?blessed at the vaticana€? scam. I looked on amused and amazed at what i was seeing, as the temporal veil of two thousand years of recent history raced through my mind.
Inside, we followed the circular walkway that rose gradually up the 90 some feet into the air, to the castles battlements high above us.The ramp was designed to carry popes and caesars in coaches ,high above us, where they could be walled in from besieging marauders. Twin churches on antiquity, now banks, guard the entrance to the Via Corso to the South, and the rest of Rome. Further down the parkway we knew lay the hotel Hassler at the top of the imposing Spanish Steps. We thought about stopping at the Hotel Hassler for coffee or a drink, but were convinced that they would recognize me for a scoundrel and give us the heave ho. We found a spot where we could hang from over head straps and enjoyed the ride back to the Airport.
Nazaire France from 1991-1993 for $240 million dollars and originally named the MS Dreamward. After dinner, the stewards would take whatever portion of the bottle of wine that you consumed and save it for you in a central repository where you could call for it from any of the several restaurants on board. Michaelangelo had been a frequent visitor in the quarries, to select blocks of marble for his sculptings.
This treasured fruit would yield 19 kilograms of oil from every 100 kilograms of olives pressed. I dona€™t think we, as Americansa€™ have much of an appreciation for this a€?quiltwork of principalitiesa€? that made up a region, each warring with the other over the ages. The Monte Dei Pasche, a commercial banking syndicate of Siena, had also become the bankers for the papal states and collected both interest on their loans and outstanding debts for the popes for centuries. Around its periphery are a series of hotels, trendy shops and restaurants with awnings and chairs for tourists and Sienans to enjoy the Tuscan sun. A series of large ravines, carved by glacial or ancient river action, were speckled with housing complexes and spanned by lengthy bridges, now loaded with morning traffic.
We could see Castello Brown high above the village.It looks like a medieval fortress, but later proved to be but fhe fancy digs of a former 19th century British ambassador.
Afterwards, we walked along the narrow harbor path, looking in the various shops and taverns facing the sea.
Meridian Merlot accompanied a three-berry compote, a lemon fruit soup, salmon and risotto, with chocolate cake and decaf cappuccino.
Several eighty and hundred-foot power yachts lay at anchor in the upscale marina, attesting to the citya€™s glamourous reputation. The police were cordoning off a route from the Palace to the Church, for the royal family, and clearing traffic from the streets. Several flagons, of a decent , house, red wine, accompanied salad, pasta, cheesecake and cappuccino.
We passed on the privilege and watched for a time the ebb and flow of tourists walking in and out. Above the beaches runs an elevated promenade upon which throngs of natives and tourists were walking.
It had been a long and enjoyable day, in a fairy-tale setting, that evaporated from our consciousness with the setting sun. Some places were elaborately laid out, with formal tableware, perhaps in anticipation of Easter Brunches later in the morning. The site had been built to commemorate the arrival of water, in underground pipes, to Marseilles.
The sight lines, from the elevated promontory, were gorgeous, but our attention was a bit distracted. The doctor was away from the ship, so she further cleaned and disinfected the wound and wrapped it in sterile gauge. He didna€™t think much of the tissue would survive, but put five stitches along the underside of my ring finger, disinfected the wound, wrapped it in sterile gauze. The entire front facade, beneath them, is engraved with images of the life of the Holy Family, the birth of Christ, the adoration of the Magi, the crucifiixtion and death of Christ and the last judgment.
After dinner, we walked the decks for a while enjoying the comings and goings of so diverse a population of passengers. Her English was better than my German, so we talked for a bit about the usual pleasantries. Also for their continued help and support of Minnie's medical expenses for her Rare stage 4 Sarcoma cancer treatments. However, I came away with a couple of good ideas for handrails, and thus lee cloth fixings. Why stint things whilst we are at it - why should it not also give us easy access to talk to the Coastguard in both ordinary and distress situations?
And you can carry around up to about 1500 books in a single device weighing less than the average paper-back. No problem, all such data is safely synchronised automatically at all times with my back-up system up on the a€?MobileMe Clouda€?. The Apennines extend down the spine of Italy, appearing like some great skeleton on an exhibit, in a natural history museum.
We had some decent Chianti, very tasty caesar salads and bread, with cappuccinos afterwards.
We watched amused at the scores of a€?smart carsa€? and compacts scurried in and out of the congestion, jockeying for position in the moving metal stream.
I could picture the Romans arriving late, complaining of the heavy chariot traffic, as the sat in their assigned seats, waving at acquaintances and craning their necks to see what dignitaries now sat on the elevated dais. The Spanish Ambassador to Italy had once lived in a villa, just off these steps, giving them their name. We admired the smooth marble and artistic workmanship and pondered for a time the march of civilizations that had come here to worship throughout the centuries, each praying to a a€?goda€? that they held dear. Then, we were standing in from of a glassed-in sepulcher that reputedly holds the remains of the founder of the catholic church, the rock upon which Christ had built his earthly church, Peter, the fisherman.
A tunnel even supposedly exited underground.It ran from the vatican, some blocks over, to the fortress where popes could retreat in times of attack. We sat by the fountain, listening to a musical group playing nearby, and enjoying the whole panoply of activities that swirled around us in this huge meeting place in Rome. We walked about, enjoying the many artists who were painting alfresco portraits of the tourists, much like the Place du Tetre, behind Sacre Cour, in Paris. The first pressing is the most valued and usually labeled a€?extra virgin oil.a€? A killing frost had destroyed much of the local trees in the 1980a€™s. It gives rise to our fascination with castles, moats and the whole medieval mythology that surrounds such areas.
The syndicate was so successful that in later years the Siena City council had mandated that 50% of their annual profits were to be turned over to the city for a€?public improvements.a€? The annual rebate now runs to $150 million a year and funds much of the restoration of the medieval town. Each year, on July 12 and August 16th, a colorful horse race is run around the periphery of this wide Piazza, with ten especially trained horses and jockeys representing parts of the city.
We laughed a lot, enjoyed the food and each othera€™a€™s company and made a nice day from a soggy one. An interesting collection of brick-faced apartments, all shaped in the form of tan pyramids, caught our eye towards the shoreline. Directly in front of the casino, and rising upwards to a level of the city some 50 feet above, are a series of terraced fountains and floral gardens all bedecked in colorful flags and pendants. We noticed that many of the stately older villas,along the roadway, were in some state of decline.
The beaches sported colorful names like a€?Miami,a€? and a€?Opera.a€? In the Summers, this place must really rock and roll! It was too chilly to sit in the outdoor cafes, so we walked the length of the area, drinking in the sights and sounds of a place that we would never perhaps return to. A detachment of the French foreign legion had been stationed at this imposing stone edifice. He told me to a€? take two aspirins and garglea€? and come back in a few days to see how it progressed. The statue was supposedly pointing towards the West and the new world, but somehow, the statues orientation had been turned so he was pointing South. They do things like that in Europe where centuries are relatively much shorter spans of time than in America. The homes, more Spanish style, Hansel and Gretel-type cottages, also feature elegantly tiled exteriors that are in the Dr. We sat for a time in the star dust lounge, but the entertainment was just as lame as our previous encounter.
And Harbour Masters and Marinas likewise?A  And loads of other useful data, like it being able to find the restaurants nearest to whichever marina you are in, and then guide you to them? We had had the foresight to pack some essential in our carry-ons and werena€™t too disturbed at the loss of our luggage.
The bus let us off on the Piazza Campodoglio, just behind the Vittorio Emmanuel II monument, that enormous a€?wedding cakea€? that seems to dominate all of the Roman skyline. We wondered again at the many parades of conquering armies that had this way trod, dazed captives, strange animals and other trophies of victory shepherded before them, to the delight of the cheering throngs.
The Romans had even engineered a means of stretching a huge canvass across the top of the structure, when the high sun of summer was beating down on the arena.
They set out their chairs, under awnings, and wait for the tourists to come and sit in the Roman sun, dining and watching each other. I wonder if any of then considered the similarities of their exercise rather that the dissimilarities? The street was awash with people going to work and throngs more, even at this early hour, headed to the Vatican. We had been here twice before, but stood silently in awe of Michaelangeloa€™s white-marble epiphany.
As in most situations, when you find yourself overwhelmed by what you see, it soon becomes normal. We always do a double blink when we find ourselves in places like this, to remind us that we are really here and not meandering in some day dream in a place far away. It was getting late in the afternoon and we were thinking about making our way back across the city to the stazione terminal and the train back to the airport Hilton.


The newer trees were only now approaching the proper maturity to deliver ripe olives for oil pressing. On one hilltop, we espied the village of Monteregione, with its village wall and twelve turrets rising above the skyline.It is an outline much known in Italy and used on their former currency.
A column stood in this piazza, atop which is the form of a she wolf, with two infants suckling her. That was to be the last time we agreed to a€?share a tablea€? with strangers when asked by the various maitre-da€™s.
Along the many coastal areas, we noticed the old fishermena€™s homes, that are painted in various bright Mediterranean pastels. We boarded and I stopped by the deck # 9 internet cafe to send a few message into cyber space. We were now on the a€?middle corniche (cliff) road.a€? Most of the coast, in this area, is a very steep hillside that slopes precipitously towards the Mediterranean. The population of the Monaco is comprised of 10,000 French, 10,000 Italians, 5,000 Monagasque (natives) and a sprinkling of other nationalities.
The sun was shining brightly overhead, the Mediterranean sparkled blue in the distance and a fairy tale changing of the guard was in progress for a fairy tale prince. We walked about the beautiful parkland, enjoying the flowers, the bright colors and the activity in and around the casino.
We wandered its narrow alleys, dodging other tourist who had been game enough for the walk. It was getting late and cooling off, so we walked back to the dock and stood patiently in the long line for the tender ride back to the ship. Looking out towards the fortress, on the very edge of the harbor, is a large stone arch built to commemorate French soldiers killed in the Orient.
Across the small plaza, from the Cathedral, sits a more modern building with a huge painting by Picasso, on its facade. Reliefs of fruits and vegetables, animals and other symbols of nature display a pantheistic overview of God and creation. It is these chance encounters, with people from everywhere, that really make a cruise enjoyable. I can type on it, and produce documents, and I can send or receive e-mails, or, of course, text messages. It is one of the pitfalls of travel.The airlines are usually pretty good about getting your lost bags to you in the next 24 hours.
Now, throngs of people from everywhere come by daily and sit on the stairs, admiring the view and enjoying the throngs that come to sit by them.
We sat for a time near the a€?Four Riversa€? fountain and admired the artistry of the Master Bernini. Sadly, I informed them that it existed now but in their memories from that classic chariot race scene in a€?Ben Hur.a€? What was left was now a large rectangular park area, overlooked by the ancient palaces on the Capitoline Hill. We walked the length of the funeral chamber to its end where thoughtful officials had provided restrooms for the throngs.
It is always unnerving to sleep the first night at sea when there are high waves, until you got used to the rhythms of the ship. We stopped at a road side rest station called a€?AGIPa€? where passengers used the facilities and sipped cappuccino for 3 euros each. The entire effect of the cathedral is to catch your breath, at the artistic array of creations inside.Each had been created to show glory to god. Custom had dictated this as a means for the fisherman to espy their dwellings as they approached safe harbor and home. By now, we were puffing with the exertion and wondering how the various workmen got up and down these paths every day. It is traversed, from East to West, by three roughly parallel roads called appropriately, the a€?Lower cornichea€? (closer to the sea) the middle corniche ( which we now traversed) and the a€?upper cornichea€?, higher above us. This was a Hans Christian Anderson day-dream flashing before us in the brilliant noon day sun. We found and entered an elegant hostelry called a€?Chateau de la Chevre da€™Or,a€? roughly, the a€?house of the golden goat. Across the river, on the rise of a hill, stands an old stone palace used by the French Royalty at differing times. A smaller green-bronzed statue, of a maiden with her arms raised was erected, in front of the arch, to commemorate the French soldiers killed in North Africa. The bus driver and a colleague did a credible imitation of the three monkeys, pointing to the church above and saying a€?medicine.a€? We staunched the blood flow with tissues and a few antiseptic hand wipes.
My best guess if that the construction crew screwed up, at the installation, and it had been too costly to correct the error. Gaudi intended his creation to have 18 spires, 12 for the apostles, 4 for the evangelists, one each for Mary and Jesus.
This hombre had one fertile imagination, that he was able to sculpt into brick and mortar in structures. We had momentarily mistaken the Capitoline steps for the a€?Spanish Steps,a€? until corrected by a friendly tourist. We walked out into the Piazza San Pietro and immediately noted the colorful costumes of the Swiss Guard, with their razor sharp pikes, standing before the entrance to Vatican city. Supposedly Romulus and Remus, the founders of Rome who had been suckled by a she wolf, had fled Rome and sought sanctuary in Siena. It sure did keep your attention, as Rita commented quietly on the many artistic and cultural aspects of the works that we were observing. Residents pay no income taxes, thanks to casino revenues, and are generally well heeled, even by Monagasque standards. I had the presence of mind to think of the huge swelling of tissue to come, and managed to slip the large college ring, from my finger. Unfortunately for us, both the Dali and the Picasso art museums were closed on that Easter Monday. If you are having a wedding in the future we ask that you support the many wonderful people who have helped them. Now, it lay like an ancient and broken sign post pointing faintly to a grandeur that once was Rome. Throngs of other tourists from everywhere stood around us, as we too pitched coins backwards over our shoulders in hope of returning to Rome yet again.We had done this twice before and returned each time, so maybe the magic works.
These hardy warriors are all trained infantrymen from the Swiss Army, who stand ready to rock and roll, with whatever comes their way, to protect the pope and Vatican City. They no longer asked for tips in the loo, they had sliding doors that only opened to admit one, if you inserted .60 euros in a slot .
From this port, you can access Florence, Pisa and a bit further out, the medieval, walled city of Siena. No one had really ever substantiated the claim, but it made for great symbolism and interest both to the natives and the tourists. Christopher Columbus had been born and raised in these environs before he sailed to the new worlds for Espagna.
It was an elegantly manicured parkland from which to stare out over the sapphire blue Mediterranean. We repaired to our cabin to write up our notes, shower and prep for dinner with the Martins. Perhaps this was because the allies had bombed the port area back to the middle ages during WW II?
I had visions of sitting in an emergency room, at some French hospital, with the boat sailing away for Barcelona without me.
Barcelona had been an interesting melange of Moor, Jew and Spaniard until 1492, that pivotal discovery year. Plenty ofpanfish with a few perch hitting the 9-inch mark and a crappie thatwas almost 10 inches.I caught trout sporadically throughout the day, ending with 9. We watched and enjoyed the tourists, from many countries, snapping pictures of the fountain and each other. In past ages, their duty had not been ceremonial in the many times that both Rome and the Vatican had been under siege, from some particularly surly invader bent on plunder and mayhem.
Andrea Doria, a middle ages naval admiral, and figure of note in Italian history, had also lived here.
The ship had several of the motorized tenders shuttling passengers back and forth from the shore.
As we sipped pricey cappuccino (18 euros),we gazed out over the sapphire blue of the Mediterranean far below. The doctor offered me pain pills, but i advised that I would probably be drinking several glasses of wine for dinner. Internal religious strife had generated the expulsion of the Moors and the jews from Spain that year. We had an opportunity to stay and visit the Las Ramblas esplanade, but were tiring from today's and the many previous tours we had taken.
Anthony Pagano helped to make this happen and Lauren Taylor is coordinating and securing all the details. The buildings all around the piazza are replete with papal insignia and looked impossibly old to us, pilgrims from a land where three hundred years is a long time.
We were seated by deferential waiters and ordered, in our best Italian, Minestrone zuppa, pizza, with aqua minerale and cappuccino. The guide mentioned something about him negotiating a treaty with Charles V of Spain, but it was getting a little too deep in Italian history for me to follow. We entered our boat and waited until the craft filled with passengers, then slowly motored into shore, where our bus was waiting. Someone with our surname (Martin) must have either been on the ground floor founding this place or donated half of the land for its creation. Mary espied Phillip, our guide, and insisted that I needed some medical attention immediately. We lunched at the four seasons, on deck #9 ,and then repaired to our cabin, for a well earned conversation with Mr. Leslie Falerios for posting the Go fund me for Minnie's medical expenses and Mary Legaspi for posting the go fund me for Minnie's dream wedding before her treatments.
We ate slowly and enjoyed our surroundings and each other, never forgetting who we are and how far we had come to be sitting here under the Roman sun.The tab was a reasonable 40 euros. He walked me into the offices of the cathedral, turned me over to an elderly woman and skittled away, the weasel.
Fortunately, we had a very brief time to spend and had to leave before we put the money back into the machines. Far below in the village, a small shed houses two donkeys who used to ferry people and luggage to this pricey Inn, in the mountains above Monaco. I guess it becomes more understandable, of their recent posture towards conflict, in the middle east. It is here, in the village below, that we met and talked to Peter and Julia Martin for the first time. We had noticed them on a few tours and decided to ask them to join us for dinner this evening. They agreed, perhaps wondering at the forwardness of yankees in soliciting social engagements.
Manners got the better of them though and they agreed to meet us later in the evening for dinner. Every dog & puppy is important to us whether they reside here or have their new forever families, they are always welcome back at Shamrock Rose Aussies.
We never want any of them in shelters or puppy mills. ?Some pages on our site are under construction.
We are busy updating pictures and personal pages for our Aussies and for our Aussies who have their new families. Teddy told me the lake is completed covered and the ice might be about 1 inch orso.Teddy has patrolled and lived next toAntietam Lakealmostall his life and he knows the lake. Also your puppy raiser Nancy who did a great job teaching and socializing you and taking you everywhere with her.
Paying respects to those who did not return to embrace their families and memorialized on this wall was a emotional experience the closer I got. He is trained to Task as per ADA Federal Law to deflect self harming, distract when he hears sniffing or smells tears.
Teddy does have a contract for someone and is a sweet smiling dog that makes it hard to be sad when you are with him. He knew the signs I was displaying by placing my hands to my face and did what he was trained to do. There isplenty of rainfall predicted for that area.Most of the fish sitting in the estuary should be entering the river as I type this.
Anglers tend to give you space, the scenery is beautiful and the Osprey's always put on a show. Jolly Rancher Gavin, & Chuckles Davio! We are making more room on this page for available puppies.
Wednesday was spent in the upper fly zone and wasslow in the morning but pretty consistent in the afternoon.
To see their past puppies individually mouse over the Momma's name and a menu of names will pop up click on the puppy name whose personal page you would like to view. To see Our Aussies on one page click our Shamrocks and Roses page not the pop up menu for each individual dog. It sounds more complicated then it is.    Shamrock Rose with some of the babies from both litters. BRIANNA New name FREYA is well loved by the Lockwood family! She will also have a Border Collie sibling Bella to run around with at the doggy park and at home where hopefully she will love to swim too. Ialso landed a smallmouth bass, a few small brown trout, afew small rainbows (steelhead smolts ?), a fallfishand a baby AtlanticSalmon.
The Mohawk egg pattern accounted for many smaller fish and the salmon sized Light Spruce fly produced a few hookups.
Last years--One Day Trip-- hot fly,Olive bugger with White marabou tail and redcrystal flash also received plenty of attention and did account for 2 fish. The guyI was fishing withused plenty of flies with smaller bucktail flies doing most of the damage. He didhook-up with a few fish while usingmy Death Stonefly, landing one nice Coho.I can tell you this---the next few weeks will provide some serious action. There are fish in the system at this moment and with the water release at 1800 CFS and the rain. With Harper-Faith's beauty to match she would make so many people smile and bring them some comfort.
I have decided to call her Harper-Faith, I hope you dont mind.   Do you have a number that from time to time I can send you pics through text?  I am not sure how to put them on through email. She quickly learned how to ring a bell on the door when she wants to go outside. We have set up a small agility course in our yard, and she is an amazing jumper already!
Her favorite by far is soccer :) The kids just love her, and she is getting along great with our Shih Tzu, Nutmeg. I meant to send photos earlier, but here are a few as I'm sure you're curious to see how she is growing! She has a really sweet new Momma and several children to love and play with and keep them busy. The pool we were fishing was loaded with suckers and chubs and I did see a few trout and a couple of nice sized smallmouth bass. He will be doing other doggy sports and going places with them and getting lots of attention!
Any questions as to what to tie, just shoot me an email or use the Contact 2Bonthewater page. He is now certified as an emotional support dog so next month he will be making a trip to MA with me to meet the rest of his family. He can already come, sit, lay down, leave it and can potty outside (for the most part haha) He is extremely obedient and is by my feet everyyyywhere I go. He's already a great swimmer as well!I did give your number to a few different people on the beach, as they thought he was gorgeous and we're hoping for one of his brothers or sisters. I hope all is well, we're happy here.
Headed to the vet this week for twelve week old shots?!      BRIAN (below) Being loved by STARR!
All that cold water coming from a quarry and the creek itself in that area is near lifeless. He will be going on trips and being a girls Lacrosse team mascot which his new Momma coaches. The bridge is now being painted a Hunter Green color.Most of the creeks in the OleyValley are really low. Even with the rain, the creeks remain very low.A I have a trip scheduled to the Salmon River planned inlate September thanks to Jack. Without Jack's kindness and awesomeness, I would not be going salmon fishing.A I have startedtyingflies for the upcoming salmon trip. Zoe competed in a National Beauty pageant and won honorable mention in the beauty competition (FYI -- Zoe wears no make-up, fake hairor fake teethand she competes in the natural division--she is my little girl and I would never DRESS HER UP like all those crazy folks you see on TV).
You can view more pictures of CHAOS on his personal page under Shamrock Roses past puppies. We dressed as fishermen, answered a question about each other and then Zoe did some fly casting on stage.
You can see Jake on his personal page as well if you'd like under Laoise Rose's past puppies.   CHAOS with his new brother  past puppy JAKE!
Zoe was crowned Little Queen when she won the Pennsylvania state pageant back in 2006 while competing in a Sunburst pageant. There are plenty of out of the way smaller streams that are teeming with Smallmouths, Carp and a variety of Panfish. We all went for a buggy ride and as you can see from this picture I hope you get it you made an old man happy.
Perkiomen Creek -- air temp 89 degrees, checked the temperature at two spots, temps were 70 and 69 degrees -- Taken between 415-425 pmA Manatawny Creek -- air temp was 88 degrees, checked the temperature at three spots, temps were 76 degrees at Red Covered Bridge, 74 degrees above TIKI bar and 76 degrees below the Rt.
Rosie Jewels is a standard red merle girl who has 2 beautiful blue eyes 1 being marbled and a heart shaped nose.
This heatwave has made most ofthe local trout streams too warm to fishfor the catch and release angler.
Maiden Creek below Ontelaunee Lake should provide anglers with some fishthat are willing to bite. You can find Carp, Smallmouth Bass, Largemouth Bassand a wide assortment of panfish to keep you busy.
Take some cold water with you !!!Your best way to keep the water cool is to freeze a bottle or two of water the night before you head out. This litter will be ASDR registered. 4 Blue Merle boys, 2 Blue Merle girls and 1 Black tri boy! Puppies are microchipped with a prepaid Buddy-ID-"mini" microchip.
As the day heats up, the water bottles will slowly melt, leaving you with nice cold waterto drink throughout the day.
I fished for 30-minutes on Manatawny and landed 2 wild browns on a tan caddis dry fly in the area where the water temp was 68 degrees. Temperature wise, if it is 90 degrees outside, pretty sure most, if not all of the local trout waters will be at 70 degrees or higher.
We don't wantto kill the trout.The trout that survive through the summer will offerus great fishing in the fall. I have not made a trip to the Schuylkill River as of yet, but I'd bet the house that the smallie action should be pretty darn good.
You can also takeyour watercraft outbefore Epler atCross Keys Road or at Muhlenburg Township park which is below the PFBC Epler Access.
There is little room to fish, unless you don't mind walking the shoreline that is covered with all types of vegetation, including Poison Ivy. Pleny of fish to be caught in this body of water, that is if you can get to them.A Manatawny Creek fished OK. They are very excited to play with their new puppy Twixster Kaedon (new name to be determined) and to teach him new and fun things.
Patch may need a little time getting used to having a new brother but once he realizes he is as awesome his Aussie friends who live nearby, I'm sure they will be best buds!
This stretch used to provide some very nice smallmouth action, but the last few trips here have been poor. Switched to a spent spinner pattern and hooked up twice--snapped one off and landed a nice stocker brown. The water is up from recent rains inthe valley, but the stream was clear and in perfect condition. The Schuylkill River and a few tribs shouldprovide any cat or carp angler with a few bites each nite. Channel catfish prefer dead baits andsmaller live bait, while the Flatheads prefer larger live bait. Carp will eatsmaller live bait including minnows andcrayfish along with the standard fare of homemade MUSH bait or whole kernel corn.The bottom line is--It doesn't really matter what bait you areusing. But, by now it was pitch black and it was raining pretty good and thelightning made it look like the 4th of July came early.I managed to land 2 fish on my emerger pattern androll 2 other trout. We are so proud of them all!!   Teddy was carefully chosen to be a service dog for a young girl named Autumn with PTSD.  He still needs extensive training for this etc.
You can read all in detail when you click the link below to help Teddy become Autumn's service dog. Started out at the mouth of Sacony Creek but there was some serious bridge work going on, so I left after a few casts.
You can see Teddy on his personal page in Laoise Rose past puppies. We are asking if you could help in any way at all every dollar will help.
If you cannot help in this way we ask that you please help by sharing the link on your Facebook pages.
Caught some nice bluegills, onebrown trout, pumpkinseeds, green sunfish, agolden shiner and I almost hooked into a very nice largemouth bass. Kids and water mean plenty of noise,lots of splashing and lots offun.Normally, 750pm is about the timethe sulphurs start popping off.
Anyone who donates to Autumn's fund from our website will receive a friendship sailor knot bracelet or anklet. I saw some Iso's and huge stoneflies coming off and flying around.I caught a trophy Bluegill, no kidding check out the picture, almost 9 inches.
She will be starting her medical training for seizures very soon and will be graduating within the next few months. She has been a little delayed in her training due to an injury she got while at the groomers. She is doing well and has been back in training, We are very excited about this and are so proud of both Weezy and Teddy's accomplishments.
Almost as wonderful as being a Grandma :) I would love to share some of them here on our site on their personal pages for their updates, pictures and videos for others to enjoy as well. XO  Please scroll down to see each litter of puppies individually as they grow each week!  "EXCITING NEWS" Our Lovely  Bit O' Heaven Shining Down LAOISE (Leesha) Rose & Shamrock Roses' Pot O' Gold BIG ED! She is a good size girl & of course Big Ed is a big boy! Puppies are microchipped with a prepaid Buddy-ID-"mini" microchip.
I left my headlamp in the truck so I had to walkout before it got too dark and miss the potential spinner fall. I then drove to another stretch of the crick and hooked up a few times fishing a brown spent spinner. I lost them at the bank.A Fish the mornings with a brown or white spent spinner and you might get a few takes on the surface.
He loves to greet you as soon as he sees you being the smallest in this litter isn't a problem for him he uses it to his advantage & wiggles through his siblings or climbs over them to get to you and give kisses.
My favorite is a "John's Spring Creek Pupa" tied in size 18 and 20 (Trout Flies of The East--page 93). I introduced him to our vet today, who was very impressed with him and all the extra work that you did prior to me receiving Jake. She has seizures and Louise I believe has what it takes and will be a great service dog and help her tremendously. I caught two brookies on a CDC sulphur dry fly and the rest of the fish were caught with nymphs. Caitlyn and her family icluding her brother Cameron and sister Cassidy all love her so much!
What an amazing fish, especially on a 2 wt bamboo fly rod with a fly reel that is dated to the 1930's or 1940's.
What a specimen.He looked like a submarine swimming in the water !!My first impression of the leviathan is that it was a wild fish.
Tonights fishing provided a mixed bag of fish, a few smallwild brown trout, along with a few stocker browns, stockerrainbows and the brook trout. Their son had a fun time playing with all the puppies too who were successfully escaping out of their new outside pen.  Lilly also will share her Birthday with 1 of her new family members. I topped it all off with a visit to Ted's house to show off the bamboo fly rod and talk shop.
They have all started training they passed with high marks and are doing very well thus far. It was about 40 degrees and raining.I didroll a larger fish on a midge, but aside from that, it was a very slow night. Eddie will be training perhaps a little more extensively because he isn't training for a specific person yet. Cast down and across and hop the flies upoff the bottom with quick upward lifts of the fly rod.The fish would really strike hard.
We are very impressed by her as a loving, caring person with a big heart doing great things for many people. They produced a gorgeous, very intelligent puppy King Blue with 1 blue eye and 1 brown eye previously. I still have not figured out whyone day I will catch all browns, one day I will catch all rainbows and some days, you will catch a little of everything. They always say he is the perfect dog and they love him so much.They are thriiled with adding Silver Blue to their family. She has silver running underneath the black color of her coat which gives her a beautiful chocolate appearance. We are always proud of our Shamrock Rose Aussies and love showing them off!  Reilly Quinn   A huge thank you from Shamrock Rose Aussies to ALL who helped us in donating & supporting all the displaced, sick and injured animals in my hometown where I grew up in New York due to the wrath of hurricane Sandy. The devastation up there and so many areas was very real but thanks to you, many animals were helped.
I now more than ever strongly believe in microchipping and this is one of the reasons Shamrock Rose Aussies microchips every puppy with a prepaid microchip before they ever leave here. She has plenty of room to run and play and will be visiting Doggy parks and going on car rides. All puppies come with health certificate, first shots, health guarantee, ASDR registered, pedigree & are microchipped with a prepaid microchip. They are shown basic commands, fetch and sometimes introduced to a harness & leash and swimming if they are here with us during that season and old enough. Thank you Kristen, Shane, Grady & Sugar for loving 2 of our Aussie boys!  He is very smart & going to be a great big boy!!
XO          Shep with his new Mommy!!  He will meet his new Daddy & big brother Bear soon. Parker will be spending lots of time with his new Mommy Sarah who was very excited and waited patiently for him to be ready for his new home. He will be going for rides in the car and running and playing on several acres with his new Golden Retriever friend. XO                Rose: Red tri girl "Holding " for Sammie, Zach & Angel( No, I didn't name her I swear her new family did!! She will be attending training and possibly pursuing frisbee or agility.  Which ever she pursues I know she will make us proud because she is a Shamrock Rose Aussie!! We had to switch to several different pens because she kept out smarting us with her buddy Jewels.
She is highly intelligent like her Momma Shamrock Rose & very alert like her Daddy Mister Twister. He will be well  loved and cared for by his very sweet & friendly new family.  Way to go Rudy!! We may try when the weather clears from this storm, if our ICY BLUE ROSE is up to the task.
I especially love his very light freckles on his nose :) They have np problems playing with the big dogs or our mini Ausssies either. He is a great listener and has caught on to potty training very well with only a few mistakes here and there. Hughey is very eager to please us and is already playing fetch and is starting to sit on command with only little guidance and a treat. All in all we don't think we could be any happier and Hughey has definitely stolen our hearts.
Dillon & Gallagher went swimming  this past  Sunday for the first  time with several children.
His new family are experienced with Aussies, maybe he will even play frisbee :)If you aren't gonna let us go swimming today! He will be active enjoying swimming, boating, waliking, running & numerous other things.
It just seemed easier for people to view them there.  This wasn't something I expected and clearly we love Sparky very much.
He has been with us for over 2 years.  After conversing with Rex,  and hearing why they wanted Sparky, I decided to let them meet him and spend some time with him. After I met Rex and Gayle and saw how much they loved him and Sparky seemed to feel the same way. For that I thank them very much.  Sparky not only has Gayle and Rex to love him he also has their daughter and her family to love him and play with him daily which also includes a little boy who adores him and 2 dogs and cats as well.
He is truly loving his new family too. Thank you, Rex and Gayle for loving Sparky and giving him a wonderful life and family! Also for their continued help and support of Minnie's medical expenses for her Rare stage 4 Sarcoma cancer treatments. To see their past puppies individually mouse over the Momma's name and a menu of names will pop up click on the puppy name whose personal page you would like to view.
With Harper-Faith's beauty to match she would make so many people smile and bring them some comfort.



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