Champagne

The French Champagne region is a beautiful landscape of vineyards, small villages, rolling hills and forests.  We took an all day tour and tasted champagne from several houses plus toured their production facilities.  We had lunch under a canopy in the country and drank more champagne. This picture looks like it's from a tourist brochure but I actually took it and, you know, it does look exactly like the brochure.

Moet Chandon is the biggest producer of champagne.  This is just one hallway of the 28 kilometers of underground caverns that store the champagne in various stages.  We saw numerous areas off this hall where they stored 10-20 thousand bottles.  The tour guides say the management won't say how many bottles they store in the cellars, but it has to be in the millions!  They noted that the oldest bottle was from 1869.  It is staggering to see the amount of hand work that must be done to produce the champagne.  The temperature in these caverns is 10-12 Celsius year round....perfect for the making of champagne.

I am standing by a storage cavern that is holding 29,528 bottles of champagne.  Apparently I have to wait 10 more years before I can drink any of it.  Who knew that it was an aged wine.

No flash was allowed in the caverns to protect the wine as it matures.

To be labeled as champagne, all the grapes must have been grown in this region.  They grow three types of grapes: Chardonnay, Pinot Noir, and Pinot Meunier. We were there on the last day of harvest.  Most of the vineyards had been hand picked prior to our arrival.  We found these grapes hanging around at a park in a little village on the hill.

A statue of Don Perignon stands outside of Moet Chandon. According to our tour guide this monk has been identified as the founder of champagne when in fact he spent his life trying to get the bubbles out of champagne.

Moet Chandon is just one of the champagne houses that line the Avenue de Champagne.  You can wander in each place, have a taste, buy wine, and stumble to the next place.

Sante`! 

Paris

Our Paris hotel, Les Plumes, was decorated with books, picture of authors and poets. the hall to our room was wall papered top to bottom with book paper.  It was an odd feeling at first to find your room. Our hotel was on a quaint street  and a perfect location for us.

Since we had been to Paris before we had a few things we wanted to do that we missed on our first trip. We went to the D'Orsay Museum.  I love impressionists so this was a perfect visit for me.  Our tour guide was spectacular in showing and telling us about the transition from the Renaissance to the Impressionist movement.  Loved it.

Dinking wine and eating was really what we did for thee days. We even learned to sit at sidewalk cafes and while away an hour or two doing people watching.

 

Normandy

Normandy was an amazing place for us. It was beautiful, serine, and haunting. We learned a piece of American history that we never knew before, and it was taught to us from a French man that intertwined the history of France though World Wars I and II with American history. 

It was an emotional day. The cemetery flies the American Flag but it is on French land. The French care for the cemetery like it was their own because they honor those that lost their lives for both countries.

Omaha Beach, where the Americans landed on D-Day, is a beautiful beach that spans well more than a mile long.  It is totally unprotected. It is amazing that our troops made it up the hill. there was a tremendous amount of strategy to make D-Day and the days that followed successful.  Being on the beach brings the reality of the events into a clear focus. 

 

The memorial features maps of the invasion at Normandy featuring the routes of  the American, British and Canadian attack forces. 

We are not big museum people but the Museum at Normandy is phenomenal.  It's collection of war memorabilia, equipment, photographs and letters is so touching and sad.  Yet, it made us proud of the young men that fought the war.

So glad we made this trip.  The history lesson was important. 

Bonaire Bob's Go to Europe - Amsterdam

Rick and I have watched the KLM plane take-off from Bonaire almost everyday since we have lived on the island.  We often told ourselves that some day we would be on the flight,  Today was that day.  We packed up our two tiny suitcases and backpacks and set off on our European adventure. 

We had a rough start.  Rick thought he forgot his wallet and had to return home from the airport to get it.  All the while the wallet was in his backpack.  Good thing we live close to the airport.  I misplaced my sedula.  After a frantic search, it was located on the floor under my chair. We did manage to get on the plane and landed 9 hours later in Amsterdam.

Amsterdam is a very old seaport built on canals throughout the old part of the City.  Row houses line the canals.  Houseboats are in each side of the canals and have hook-ups to sewer, water and power.  It's a young people's city.  All the old people must have moved to the burbs because we saw very few old/older people. The sun was shining for two days during our visit.  Not a rain cloud in sight.

Everyone rides bikes.  They have big bike lanes that are full of riders like rush hour on an interstate. There must be a million bikes in this city.  They are parked everywhere. You see very few cars on the streets.  Everyone looks fit riding their bikes. Probably why they are so thin.

Amsterdam is clean and friendly.  Everyone speaks English which is a real plus to us.  Diversity  in nationalities is the name of the game in Holland. 

Our hotel has four floors.  The street level floor is "0".  The next floor is numbered "1".  The below street level is "-1". The room numbers on the 4th floor are numbered with 3's. It has been a mind twister to figure out what button to push.

Its been interesting to us that the Dutch we have encountered don't know where Bonaire is or what it is even though it is a special municipality of the Netherlands.  

 

Packing

Rick and I are going to Europe to eat and drink our way through France and Italy and see the sights.  In preparation, we purchased European sized carry on suitcases.  They are super tiny compared to US luggage. 

From Bonaire it is easiest to fly direct to Amsterdam as there are several daily flights. Schiphol, the main airport in the Netherlands, is one of the busiest airports in Europe and has had the most problems this summer with over crowding. 

We have been reading about he issues at Schiphol in Amsterdam.  Issues include lost luggage, waiting for luggage for 3-4 hours, long lines for check in and security.  They have even cancelled flights and are not booking full flights.  All this has earned them the name "Shithole" which is a play on the pronunciation of Schipol.

We have done several practice packs to assure that we can fit everything into our tiny carry-ons.  I am using the role method and it seems to be a space saver.  We will have laundry service everywhere so we only have to make it a week at a time before we can wash clothes. Mix and match is the key and less shoes.

I think our back packs will be our best friends on this trip.  Its like a second tiny suitcase.  I feel like I am back in college carrying a backpack but it is the most efficient and effective carrier.

This packing method will assure that we can carry on luggage, easily transfer it to trains and cars and make it easier for us to move around.

 

"Stitches"

Stitches is a sewing and coffee shop owned by a Venezuelan woman.  She was  a media/communications person in Venezuela until her and her lawyer husband migrated to Bonaire.  His law degree is not recognized in Bonaire so he works construction.

Rick needed the elastic in some of his swim suits replaced.  

Her English is poor and our Spanish is even worse.  Somehow we explained what we needed.  She measured Rick's waist, all the time apologizing for touching him. She sent us off to purchase the elastic for the waist bands. 

Her shop is packed with sewing machines, thread, and material plus pastries, coffee machines, arepas and cakes.

Off we went to Tong Fong, the Chinese market that is like Kmart, Ace Hardware, a sewing store, 7-11  all wrapped up into one floor-to-ceiling packed store. We found the elastic. 

A nice local girl measured it in the store and packaged it for us. Her English was good and she was very helpful. We went back to the Stiches to drop off the supplies. Nothing we do is one-stop.  It always takes us several stops and many visits to get things done.  

Rick lives in his swim suits so it was a good time to get them repaired while we went on vacation. She explained that it may take her several weeks to complete the work.  We assured her that she has two months and we will pick them up when we return from Europe.

Doctor Visits

I have entered the world of socialized medicine.  In some ways it's really good once you know how the system works. 

It is a slow process to see specialists.  You visit your general practitioner doctor (whom you have to declare to the government for their records) and ask for referrals to specialists.  The specialists visit from the Netherlands every couple of months.  This means that you have to get into the cycle to see them which often takes months.

My first visit was to the internist to get my colonoscopy scheduled.  He wanted my records from the US to assure him that I was instructed to get the procedure every 3-5 years. Then the anesthesiologist calls to schedule the procedure and discuss the drugs they use (which are the same as in the US). The gastroenterologist, who is on the island from the Netherlands, only every couple of months and we are gone for the next two months, I scheduled for November. 

My next stop was the dermatologist. He gave me a once over and declared that I have no trouble spots.  This only happened after he told me to take my cloths off right in front of him.  No paper dress, no nurse just me naked with the dermatologist.

He told me some interesting stuff.  He said 1 in 10 people usually get skin cancer and on the island 8 out of ten get it.  He told us to put on 50 sun screen every day and every two hours.  Which is nuts. Nobody does that and we are all here for the sun.  Rick and I will be more diligent about putting our sunscreen on but it won't be every two hours.

I wanted him to take off some bumps, moles and warts.  I had suggested using liquid nitrogen like they use in the US.  He said he would shave them off as it is a better method.  Yikes, that sounds like it's going to hurt!  He told me the removals were not medically needed but rather driven by my vanity. Geesh.  Anyway, I will get these removed (for my vanity) in November.

 

Pool Noodling

I exercise with a group of ladies.  Each Friday we do a noodle class in the pool at Divi Flamingo, a local resort.

Our instructor, Kelly, took these photos for her promotion of the class.  She also teaches yoga, is a personal trainer, and health enthusiast. 

I also try to swim  and walk in the pool at home.  It amazes me how walking in the pool is aerobic. As you change directions, you walk against the current.

The pool is really warm these days because it's REALLY WARM on the island. Sure makes it easy to get into.

For those of you that know me well, you know I hate getting into water.  It usually takes me many minutes. My water buddies continue to threaten to push me into the pool.  I even wear a rash guard thinking that will help.    

 

US Sightseeing

New York City was a blast with son Phil, daughter-in-law Eliza and grandson JB. We took the Staten Island Ferry to see the Statue of Liberty which was on all of our lists to see.  It was inspiring and emotional to see her in New York Harbor.

We were busy for three days visiting: Manhatten, Wall Street, 911 Memorial, Times Square, Radio City Music Hall, Rockefeller and Lincoln Center, Katz Deli, SoHo, Greenwich Village, Empire State Building, Trump Tower, Central Park, and one of my favorites the original Cartier building.

I was skeptical about visiting but it was a fun City.  I don't think NY is back to work yet as the subway and sidewalks were not crowded.  We were surprised at how clean it was and there were very few homeless people on the streets. the New Yorkers were really nice and friendly every where we went.

On to Boston with the whole family.  We went to Chinatown, Little Italy, Boston Commons, Boston library, Beacon Hill, saw the USS Constitution, Boston Harbor, took a boat ride on the Charles River, Castle Island, cemeteries where famous historical figures are buried,  and churches (there are lots of churches). Boston is such an historical city  and then there is the contrast with the new Boston.

We really loved Boston but it was hot. We took advantage of the water feature. 

Whale watching in Boothbay started off warm and ended in cold blowing rain.  We are all smiling and happy but then... 

Maine is beautiful.  We got see lots of shore line as we traveled by boat most of the time. The locals thought it was hot but those of us from the islands just thought it was another day on .the beach

We celebrated our 20th wedding anniversary on July 20th in Maine.  

We stopped in Miami on the way back to Bonaire for a shopping spree. Two red headed parrots visited us regularly outside our window.  

Thanks to Stephanie Luce for being the trip photographer. Thank you for letting me use these photos.

Grampy

We went to the US to spread ashes for Rick's dad or "Grampy" as he was known by his grandchildren and great grandchildren. We all met in Boothbay, Maine and boarded a charter.  The grandkids read poems, and shared memories. Rick gave a eulogy recalling that Grampy never complained and never gave up.  This inspired us all to be better.

On a bright sunny day at sea we spread his ashes into the sea and he joined his beloved wife Shirley who preceeded him by 30 years.

Grampy's final wishes were to be buried at sea  with all his family present followed by a lobster dinner on the wharf in Boothbay Harbor. So that's what we did!

The lobster dinner is the best when its on the wharf.  This was one of Grampy's favorite things to do. 

We went to see the Grandparents house. They live on through their family.

 

Sunday

Lazy Sunday in Bonaire.  We ate a sandwich at MG snacky bar and then off to rediscover another snack bar that we had been to several months ago on the snack tour. 

After a bit of driving around we finally found Den Baraku snack bar. It has the best funchi we have ever had and their beers are super cold. It was a perfect Sunday afternoon.

This snack bar is in a local area that is one block from the mansion and compound of Don Andres. He is the shipping magnate that is responsible for all ships coming into Bonaire.

Den Baraku is in the middle of Papiamentu neighborhood.  We had trouble ordering and a nice guy helped us with the Papiamentu words we needed to order funchi and eat it at the bar:  "Asa funchi kome aqui".  The bartender and cook only spoke Papiamentu.  We love the funchi which is fried polenta with a sweet chili sauce.

We were watching a televised game of the Netherlands and Germany play field hockey.  Next to the TV, we  noticed a clock that had all the continents displayed.  The ABC's were shown in black marker dots. Too funny!

You can see three dots on the top of South America just off the coast of Venezuela to the right of the "9"...that's the ABC"s.

After four beers and funchi we were happy campers.  Great way to spend Sunday afternoon. 
 

The Storm that Wasn't

Bonnie, the tropical storm, was to hit Bonaire with 12 inches of rain and winds of 50 mph with gusts of 100 mph. The Caribbean Weather Channel kept using words like cyclone, hurricane, flooding, high winds, and waves of rain. They warned us to prepare for a major storm.

It rained for a full day which is unusual but not dangerous. No high winds, no power outages, no uprooted trees, no flying debris. It was the storm of the century that never happened.

The day after Bonnie was to hit Bonaire, the sun came out and we had a beautiful day.

We had removed everything from the patio. It never looked so clean and uncluttered. We brought all the pillows, cushions and couch covers, furniture and decorations inside so they would not blow away and because our insurance only covers things inside our house.

We spent the day putting everything back in place. At least now we have tested our disaster plan and implementation. Everything worked as planned.  I was also able to practice my worrying skills.  I am glad to report that I excel at this skill.