21 August 2015

Sailing the Greek Islands - Santorini

Sailing the Cyclades


Stan and I join 8 others on a 15m Beneteau sailboat in Santorini.

We head out into the blue waters of the Aegean. 


Strangely, our skipper is the same one we'd met in the British Virgin Islands. 

He works summers in Europe - and winters in the Caribbean.



The others we don't know yet.
They don't know each other, either. 

Yes, most everyone is much younger than we are. 
As usual. 
But - it winds up being a great bunch.



This summer, the Greek economy is on the brink of disaster. 

No one accepts credit cards. Cash only.
ATM withdrawals are severely limited.

There's an atmosphere of uncertainty.





With the boat, sometimes - we anchor.

More often, we pull into a marina.
We bring the boat in stern first, which is new for us.

It's high season - on some days, we have to wait until a space opens up. 





Usually, I prefer the freedom of being at anchor.  It's quiet.

But being in port is handier for getting around the islands and exploring.





These days, there are probably more pleasure boats than working boats.
Tourism is a big deal here. 
Especially this summer, with the economic issues.





On our stops, we visit olive makers and distilleries.

Churches and ruins and monasteries. 






By local bus, boat - and mostly on foot.





Greek seafood. Greek cheese. Greek olives. 
We're always on the hunt for a decent bottle of Greek wine. 
(-a difficult quest-!)

The Greek islands are known for their fierce winds in late summer. 

However, when we arrive to go sailing, the wind dies completely. 




It's glassy clear and beautiful. 
But not sailing weather!

Without the winds, it's hot.

"The magic of the islands settled over us as gently and clingingly as pollen." - Gerald Durrell

We take off from Santorini.
 To Ios - Amargos - Schinousa - Naxos
- to Mykonos - Dhespotiko - Sifnos
Folegandros (my favorite) and - back to Oia, Santorini.

The Cyclades.





After 10 days, dirty, sore and tired, we return to Santorini. 
Our Greek island sailing adventure is over.

I've always wanted to "sail the Greek islands"!
Channel my inner Ulysses...hunting for adventures.






Stan and I rent a place - a cave house (really!) just outside Oia, on Santorini.





Then - settle in for a week of unlimited electric power and running water.
On the grid. Unlike living on a boat.





The hills on these islands used to be fields of tomatoes, olives, grapes.

Now most of the water has been diverted to the hotels. 

It's VERY dry.




But it's still beautiful.

 The view is splendid. 
The temperature perfect. Quiet. 

A white cat is snuggled beside me, eyes closed. 
Neighbor women hanging out washing in the morning sun. 
Gorgeous sunsets, whitewashed walkways. 

Stan playing guitar. 





There's a nearby tavern for dinner. Outdoor tables. Low key and friendly. 

Or - we walk into Oia and shop for groceries. 
There are no cars in our part of the island.




The market woman has her son drive us home on our first day. 
"You have too much to carry!" she said. 

"My son will take you back. Finikia is not far." 




We do have a lot to carry. 
Water and wine, yogurt, pasta, cheese, olives - the usual.

But - I have NO idea what our "address" is! We just walked up tiny pathways. 
How to get to our house by car-? No idea! 




Tough times for the Greeks, but they're still friendly and welcoming to the many tourists who flock to the islands. It's easy to see why people have been coming here for so long.
It's dramatic and just so very thoroughly - Greek.





19 August 2015

Summer in Europe Watercolor Collections

I always keep a journal.

With a few simple drawings among the pages. 
Put together, they make a colorful collection of memories.

A whole experience and several episodes - on one easy page.

La Vie en France


Ile de Ré

Switzerland


Greek Islands

La Bella Italia


08 August 2015

Swiss Lakes and Alpine Glacier Trains

There must be a rule in Switzerland:
Thou shalt not take photos when the weather is not absolutely beautiful.



Mikey and Iris and Kilian join us in Switzerland.
From various directions, we find each other at the "Meeting Point".
Zürich train station.

(My parents used to call it "The Center of the World."
Who knows?)


At - the actual - CENTER. The Meeting Point. Zürich Train Station.

Our plan was to take the Glacier Express
This time in summer.

From St. Moritz to Zermatt.
Across the Alps. 




I lived in Switzerland for 5 years
2 years in Zürich, 2 years in Geneva, and a year in Lugano.

As usual, Switzerland is postcard-beautiful.




We stayed in a small town near St. Moritz before the trip.
Kilian had his first fondue.

A first for everything in life.


Then off - on my birthday!
In a lovely panorama train car.
With (of course - it's Swiss law) perfect weather.

And lunch on board.
With schnapps.

And a Swiss goat.



The Glacier Express is actually just a regular train route.
But now it has a name. 

But you can get on and just - ride the "regular" train.
And see the same ridiculously beautiful scenery.

At the end of the trip, we rented a small place in Täsch. 
Just outside the bustle of Zermatt. 

(I booked places just outside St. Moritz and Zermatt.
Less expensive. 
Less crowded. 
Same train.)



Got a chance to do some good hiking and Alpine exploration.
Kilian even found a lake to jump into.

The view of the Matterhorn was unusually clear.
Perfect summer weather.




Then - Iris and Mikey had to return to Berlin. 
Kilian returned to Boulder. 

And Trish and Stan got back on another train. 




We rented a small apartment with a balcony in Montreux.
On the edge of Lake Geneva for a few days.




That gave us a chance to draw and play guitar.





Switzerland is one of those countries where it's pretty excellent to visit.
And the Glacier Express? 

Through the Alps?
With schnapps and a mountain goat?

Can't get much better than that.