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

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

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

Jonathan Joins Us -

 July 30, 2001 

Castelsardo, Sardinia

Our Italian cell phone works! We relied on it for communication with our son, Jonathan, who called us yesterday morning to tell us his ferry had safely arrived in Olbia, but that there were no buses on Sunday. We were in Castelsardo, an old fishing village built in tiers up the rocky promontory. Steep alleys wind up to the castle sitting on the summit: a spectacular sight. We suggested he hitchhike. Mid afternoon he called to say he had found a bus to Porto Torres, 15 miles west of us, arriving at 5:15 PM, so off came the lines and we were underway. As we approached the rather grubby, commercial port at 5 P.M., the phone rang a third time. Jonathan's bus had arrived early. He was on the dock to take the lines from his mother, as we motored in at 5:30. We had a wonderful reunion.

The following day, we whisked him away to experience an idyllic summer sail and his first Mediterranean anchorage: a lovely bay crowded with boats by day, but emptied of all the daytrippers after dusk. We are anchored in Baia Santa Reparata, surrounded by the wind and wave washed boulders of Capo Testa, which is a rocky promontory connected to the mainland by a thin sandbar. The headland houses ancient and modern quarries, which supplied the Romans with the granite for the columns in the Pantheon. The anchorages are getting more and more crowded, but so far we still share them with few boats at night. And each evening the heat of the day also leaves with the crowd and it is cool and pleasant for dining and sleeping.