We're stuck again. We seem to get a day's journey, and then get stuck again in another beautiful spot. We are in the Monte Argentario Peninsula which is the fat spot sticking out of Italy's west side. From the ocean it looks like an island, but actually has a huge almost sea level, triangle shaped piece of land which joins the mountain to the mainland. If you don't watch your charts carefully, it looks like you could sail between the island & the mainland. Clouds hang low over the mountain, so it's hard to know what's coming from the ocean, but it's winter in the Med.
We are expecting our friends, Michael & Maii, from Belgium on the 29th. They are flying into Rome. We may have to rent a car to meet them. We got up early this morning expecting to sail, but the Nav Tex said gale force winds. We'll just have to enjoy the view. It's a beautiful walk over the mountain to the supermart for latte fresco. Jerry goes through it by the liter. Italian hotdogs taste great. I can buy them by the 2 pack with buns by the 4 pack.
I bought my 1st Italian fashion, rubber gloves for doing the laundry by hand. We have found no washing machines near marinas. If people own boats, they don't do their own laundry. They have it picked up for E2,50 a piece. I had our sheets done for 12,50. We now pay $1.18/ E1,00. Such is life in this huge museum of art & history. 3 ancient bastilles guard our back porch as the green mountain rises from our bay.
- October 23, 2003