September 16 , 2001
Gaeta, Italy

September 3 , 2001
Stromboli: The Lighthouse Of The Mediterranean

August 26 , 2001
Cefalu: Another Medieval Jewel

August 23 , 2001
Sicily: Land of Lovely Desserts

August 15 , 2001
En Route to North Africa

August 10 , 2001
Ormeggiatori

August 8, 2001
Supermarkets and Amphora

August 6 , 2001
Sailing South in Sardinia

August 2 , 2001
La Vie en Corsica

July 30, 2001
Jonathan Joins Us

July 27, 2001
One Sea, Seven Colors

July 24, 2001
Say What?

July 23, 2001
"Va Bene"

July 21, 2001
Venturing Into Italy

July 20, 2001
And The Mistral Blew

July 18, 2001
The Spell Of Menorca

July 12, 2001
Culture And Concerts

July 7, 2001
Cha Chas

July 6, 2001
Red Dust

July 4, 2001
Rare Birds

July 3, 2001
Clear Empty Water

June 27 , 2001
Quick Friends

June 22 , 2001
Reconnecting

June 13, 2001
Eastern Hemisphere

June 6, 2001
A Weekend in Cartegena

May 30 , 2001
A Time Or A Place

May 29 , 2001
Several Lovely Sails

May 21 , 2001
Free At Last

May 25, 2001
On The Hard

May 18, 2001
A Boat Again

May 14, 2001
Time Warp to Morocco

May 03, 2001
Still On Stilts in Malaga

Time Warp to Morocco -

 May 14, 2001 

We delayed our 'first task' to take a week to visit friends in Morocco, just a hop, skip and a jump across the Straits of Gibraltar. It was a fascinating time warp and cultural contrast for us. We went from expat parties in luxurious seaside villas in Rabat to the Medina (old city) in Fes (founded in 789), one of the largest living medieval cities in the world. 400,000 people live in the Medina which consists of narrow, twisting alleys, covered bazaars crammed with craft workshops, cafes, food markets, mosques and extensive dye pits and tanneries straight out of the middle ages.

We visited Volubilis, a city of 2nd century Roman ruins with magnificently preserved mosaics: civilization set down on treeless hills overlooking rolling plains, as a western outpost for the empire. The sparsely settled surroundings probably look the same as they did 2000 years ago. As the sun set behind the ancient columns, we walked from our hotel which overlooked the ruins through a huge field of blooming sunflowers. Many of the columns were topped with nesting storks.

Tangiers was dirty and the hustlers were annoying, but there is still a romantic aura about this once international city. We threw open the shutters of our French quarter hotel room to ventilate the mildew smell, gazed onto a tropical garden, a bustling port city with the sea in the distance, and were serenaded by the sounds of the muezzin calling the faithful to prayer.

Now we are back in modern Spain, living on the hard (living on the boat while it is out of the water) putting the boat back together. Last September we had removed everything we could from above deck and now have to get the inches of dust and grime off of everything outside, in order to put everything back, that has been stored inside. We are sharing our 35 ft home with the radar scanner and mount, liferaft, all the sails, dinghy engine, and more.