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

Cefalu: Another Medieval Jewel -

 August 26, 2001 

Midway along the north coast of Sicily sits Cefalu, a medieval picturesque fishing village that juts into the sea under the shadow of a precipitous conical hill of rock, 822 ft high. The cathedral, a wonderful example of Norman architecture, was begun in 1131. The timelines in Europe still boggle my American mind! We were able to anchor off the small recreational harbor and settled in to enjoy the delightful 'old' town and to do some serious route planning and work on DOVKA.

People often think our life is one big vacation, which it may be, but in fact, we rarely 'lounge around.' While in Cefalu, we did swim alot in the clear, warm water of the outer harbor, but it was to cool off in between varnishing teak, changing the oil, and scrubbing the topsides. When in the water, we scrubbed the grass that was growing on the waterline and the growth on the through-hull fittings.

Early on our third morning in Cefalu, we decided it was time to move on so we rushed ashore to see the remaining tourist sights and do final provisioning. By the time we departed at 1 pm, we had climbed to the fort on the mountain overlooking the town, toured the museum and the cathedral, provisioned and fuelled the boat. Included in this final burst, we did find time to sit in the Piazza for one last granita and cannoli.

I guess its no wonder we breathed a sigh of relief as we put on the autopilot and set a course for the Lipari Islands. In fact, there is an interesting phenomenon: when in a place (if it is comfortable and appealing) it often seems hard to leave, but as soon as we do decide to leave, we are ready to go, pyschologically, right then. The next adventure lies ahead. The lure of the next port whets one's interest. And 'getting there IS half the fun.' No planes, buses or trains, nobody else's timetables or schedules with which to deal. It is between us and the weather. During the travel time we are in our own home and in our own little world. A passage is like a sip of wine between bites of food.