FRIDAY
LAND AHOY
The first realm of our great
Atlantic crossing is complete and after a sun draped day fit for a land lubber
in Ponte Delgada, we are back on the sea and headed toward our next port of
call, Cartegena, Spain. Before we reach that destination we have two more time
changes and two days at sea. Mind you –
this springing forward is about to get up and went in relation to my enthusiasm
but alas, I do not control the time.
As we arrived in Ponte Delgada, Ken
was up early to observe the Captain’s “docking” techniques. Later he and Diane
(Herbert) went ashore for pictures and to pick up some incidentals from shore. Bill
and I relaxed while our “spry” mates run the errands. Bill doesn’t do mornings
and residual aches and pains as a result of a fall a few days before our
departure continues to plague me. Every
day brings improvement until soon I will have nary an excuse for avoiding
exercise and activity. Mind you, I will think of something to avoid overdoing.
Ponte Delgada is the administrative
capital of San Miguel Island in the Azores. In 2011 the population was 68,809 covering an
area of approximately 40 miles long and 25 miles wide. Ken (who knows everything) says that
agriculture is a dominant feature of the island’s livelihood with emphasis on dairy
farming and cheese making. Actually, I
think he was apprised of that by a “passer by” while on shore.
From the deck of the ship the
island appeared to be a bustling, modern configuration of activity with
beautiful green fields as a backdrop. In
short laid back, relaxed and inviting if one is not atune with the big city
syndrome of culture and action.
There you have it straight from
the “mouth of the ship”.
