"PROCRASTINATION IS THE THIEF OF TIME" - British Poet - Edward Young. Procrastination - The act of putting off or delaying.Eleven years ago on this eve we decided to not procrastinate (prior to our retirement) and bought our beautiful boat "Broulee (Island in the Sea)". To our Family and Friends - Please, in 2012 - FOLLOW YOUR BLISS.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Saturday, December 10, 2011
IT'S BEGINNING TO LOOK A LOT LIKE CHRISTMAS - We decided (well Deb decided) it would be fun to spend the holidays at home in the north country, instead of on the boat in the southern climes. It has been close to ten years since we have had the whole decorating experience - and got to admit we are really enjoying it. Here are some pics of the fun things we miss out on by going south.
White Swans on the lake before freeze up
On a pretty, snowy, Sunday - the Smith family at a pheasant hunt.
Georgia & Cooper - taking a break. The guys brought us along to help flush birds - we walked for 3 1/2 hours.
Brad and Izzy - both naturals at this sport.
We were six for six - good job guys - looks like winner, winner, pheasant dinner.
Before the school bus comes - we get some sledding in.
Even Pops and Izzy get into the action
This North Pole Village has been in storage for ten years -
and looking at it through our grandsons eyes - made it all worth it. Of, course not looking forward to the putting away part.
You got to admit - it's kinda pretty - not even tired of shoveling, yet.
Decorating - inside and out.
and December 9th, 2011 - Rick, Deb, her sister Joni & brother-in-law David and her sister Gail - celebrating their parents 61st Wedding Anniversary.
21 days and counting - hoping to be back on Broulee soon!
Posted by Rick, Deb and Izzy aboard M/V Broulee at 12:04 PM
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Panda Fiat returned to Hertz - dent free, a bit on the dusty dirty side, and filled with fuel (at $8.00 plus a gallon).
Took the bus to within a couple blocks of our hotel - so again, dragging our bags thru the city streets. Naps were in order before our evening round of sightseeing. Our butts are starting to drag - and by now it's become extremely difficult to look at another piece of art, church, museum or bridge - but here we go.
We hiked to the Ponte Vecchio Bridge which was built in 1345 and spans the Arno River. The shops on the bridge now house Goldsmiths and Jewelers.
We also toured the Accademia Gallery where the focal point is the original David, moved here in 1873. Commissioned in 1501, Michaelangelo was then just 26 six years old. A Plexiglas barrier surrounds the sculpture and no photos are allowed. However, copies of the statue are throughout the city.
Another copy of the David - it's starting to get old.
I don't even want to know what is going on here.
Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore, better known as the Duomo
and more - it's breathtaking
and this guy is still at it - what a way to earn a living.
Serious mounds of Gelato
Last Gelato Fix
This is starting to look like a good idea - it's been a long day.
The White one is a one seater van and the blue one is a two seater - our future?
Incredible Designer Dresses - this city is a shoppers dream - we resisted lots of purchases - Deb did bring home a cute little leather purse.
The lock thing continues here.
It's our last night here, so after recommendation from our hotel we decided to do the traditional thing and eat a Florentine Steak at the famous Za-Za's. This is the towns culinary pride and joy - it's a thick slab of beef, resembling a T-bone steak, from large white oxen called Chiamina. The meat's slapped on the grill and served rare, sometimes with a pinch of salt. (We were not aware of these details till after returning home). It's always seared on both sides, and just barely cooked inside (experts say five minutes per side, and then 15 minutes with the bone sitting perpendicularly on the grill). To ask for it more well done is to incure disdain; some restaurants simply won't serve it any other way but rare. The Salad, again was incredible.
This was actually after we sent it back to be cooked a little more - we did not know you should not do that.
Ok, so the desert was to die for. This trip has been amazing - Taxi to airport at 5:00 AM - Back to real life.
Chow little buddy!
Posted by Rick, Deb and Izzy aboard M/V Broulee at 9:09 PM