How Many $%^&ing Times Can I Miss the Sign?

After Sevilla it was off to Cordoba. Now Cordoba is a nice little city – nothing spectacular but interesting in its own little way. Lots of little alleyways to get lost in, a nice bridge to walk across, decent photo opportunities. You get the idea – nothing much to write about. They do have the Mezquita however. At one time it was a Moorish mosque but the Christians came to town and turned it into a cathedral. Then the businessmen came to town and turned it into a tourist attraction. It is really quite exquisite however.

The archways …

and pillars were spectacular.

The archways and pillars were spectacular

As was the ceiling.

The most interesting story was when I set up my 21″ tripod to get a photo or two – which is exactly what I managed to take before a very stern security guard was in my face, telling me to put it away and that if the security cameras saw me take it out again I would unceremoniously be escorted from the premises – at least that is what his tone implied. After that we just wandered the streets.

Puente Romano crosses the Guadalquivir River.

Terry poses on the Puente Romano crossing the Guadalquivir River.

Jan and Peter pose on the Puente Romano crossing the Guadalquivir River.

One of many tiny side streets

Another narrow passageway

Terry does her happy dance when the sun finally comes out – temporarily. Then we went into the cold Mezquita…sigh

Happy Happy

The smallest Hop on Hop off bus I’ve seen.

Some of the largest doors I’ve seen.

There are no words – except Ale-Hop is a store that just sells everything from toys to scarves to slippers to inexpensive and cheerful gifts to take home (not that we did).

Then it was off to Granada, home to the Alhambra. The Alhambra, for those of you who may not remember their grade 8 Social Studies, is a palace and fortress complex largely built by Nasrid emir Mohammed ben Al-Ahmar of the Emirate of Granada, who built its current palace and walls. It was converted into a royal palace in 1333 by Yusuf I, Sultan of Granada. As with most things in Spain, it was taken over by Christians and  the site became the Royal Court of Ferdinand and Isabella (where Christopher Columbus received royal endorsement for his expedition.) But before we got there, we had to get to our hotel, thus the title of this post.

When we arrived in Granada it was raining and I was driving. Granada has more one way streets than any city I have ever been in. The map doesn’t do it justice. Our hotel was about 15 yards off the street which has the little one way arrow. On one side of it was a street which was about 15 feet wide and dead ended at the hotel doors. Unfortunately it also had a wall which blocked the sign that said “Turn here”. On the other side of the hotel was a pedestrian walkway. If you missed the turn – which I did the first two times by, you have to spend 15 minutes to go out of the downtown area and return. Frustrated? Your call. In addition, there were all sorts of demonstrations going on which caused a large police presence. See below

“Women in Spain went on strike on Thursday both from professional and domestic work in the country’s first-ever general feminist strike. To coincide with International Women’s Day, ten Spanish unions on Jan. 14 called for 24-hour strikes and the country’s two most important unions have asked members to stop working for two hours on Thursday.”

Of course we would show up right in the middle of it.

On strike – sort of…

Would you expect Terry and Jan to sit on the sidelines?

After the demonstration we wandered off to – you guessed it – some little lanes and squares. This square – somehow I have lost the photos, had a statue of Neptune. This blonde must have had Chinese blood in her somewhere. She must have seen 15 minutes taking her photo, flicking her hair and just basically demonstrating she was a DIVA!

You’re beautiful – yes you are.

From there it was time to stroll – ha ha – up to Albaicin to get a view of the Alhambra from above. Stroll – ha – how about mountain climb. It was a very healthy climb – my heart handled it – but barely.

A couple of views.

Unfortunately, on the way up we got separated from Pete. He wound up at a different viewpoint which has a fantastic view.

Great view.

After reconnecting we wandered back to the impossible to find in a car hotel. We decided to go to El Conde for dinner – a mere 5 minute walk. We arrived at 7:45 and they didn’t open until 8 and I mean 8. The wait was beyond worth it. There were about 8 of us when it opened and when we left you couldn’t move. As with most restaurants in Spain, it was tapas. They have a strange, but incredibly wonderful custom in Spain. Strangely I didn’t experience this when I was there with a group of grade 10s many years ago. If you order alcohol (which, obviously I would never have done as a responsible adult supervising little children) they bring you a starter. Our starter was a burger and fries.

I’m not sure how small the bird was that dropped the egg was, but it was small.

As most of you know, Geoff does not eat salad – “This was INCREDIBLE,” he said.

The patatas brava had an injected hot sauce. You move the “injector” around from patata to patata. We have discovered, however that spicy in Europe isn’t like spicy at home.

Patatas Bravas

The two guys working there were terrific.

Two great guys

So that was our first day. Next time – The Alhambra. See you then.




Our Spanish Inquisition

Eight days in and almost all we have seen in the sunny Algarve is rain and clouds. This is highly unusual and was nice right up until we got here. Go figure. Memories of San Jose, Cyprus, Budapest and likely many other places which hadn’t had rain until we arrived. We decided to take off to sunny Spain, plus I was going to do the Caminito Del Rey walk. “Caminito del Rey is an air path built into the walls of Gaitanes Gorge, Spain. It is one of the most impressive and dangerous mountain trails in the world.”

We are going to Sevilla, Cordoba and Granada.

Stop One. We arrive in Sevilla and after a bit of a delay we get into our AirBnB. We begin our wandering and wind up at Vineria San Telmo a tapas restaurant. The meal was wonderful, but we started with a drink. I had the wine – a bit of a short pour but Peter had a vodka and tonic. We got the owner, who was pouring, distracted and just kept going.


There had to be 3 ounces in that glass.

We wandered through the lanes and alleys for a while looking for the cathedral – largest gothic church in the world, 3rd largest church in Europe and 4th largest church in the world.


Interesting – The door on the right is the kitchen, the door on the left is the restaurant.

Rossina’s balcony, from Rossini’s Barber of Seville may not be as famous as Juliet’s in Verona, but it is still pretty cool.


The cathedral is also home to the final resting place of Christopher Columbus.


Cleaning the silver takes on a different meaning than it did when my Mom did it at Christmas time.


After that it was back to the AirBnB for a rest before venturing out to dinner. I decided to check with the tour company to be sure they would be picking me up at 8 the next morning and was informed that no, they wouldn’t be since the walk was closed due to the weather. I was really disappointed – I had really wanted to do it – really.

Dinner that night was, well, I chose the restaurant and it was clearly the wrong one. I later discovered that the one I had chosen, which had a very similar name and was just across the street had closed and a new one opened.


Terry thoroughly enjoyed her breadstick.

Next morning was more wandering. These oranges were just this way – no staging for the photographer.


Square trees on a city square.IMG_1467


Free oranges for the taking – you just may not want to try them alone. Perhaps as marmalade.


Some very cool hats. I wanted to buy a bright red one with a flat brim, but was told no.


They have some very interesting public benches. The design on this one mirrored the nearby bridge.


The Plaza de Espagna was huge


and the bridges reminded me of some in Venice.


The flat water is a photography trick I am learning.


Our final stop for the day was for our required tacky tourist photo.

Now a brief story of our AirBnB. On our first night the hot water seemed to be less than hot. Tepid is the best description, but we thought that perhaps it was a whole building issue and we would wait until morning to say anything to Jorge. Morning came and still no hot water. We sent an email to Jorge and got one saying we needed to turn on the “thermos” in the front closet. I did that but still no joy and sent another email. Later we got a very apologetic response saying they had had to change the battery in the instant hot water tank. Who knew.

Now on the last morning in Sevilla I ordered an omelet for breakfast. That egg is about the thickness of a drink coaster and almost as tasty!

Now, it’s on to Cordoba.

5 Days In and…

I have my golf clubs and Peter has his clothes! He’s definitely smelling a little fresher. Jan and Peter arrived Sunday evening after their fascinating travel from Vancouver to Burgau.

I’ll try to summarize: they were on the plane a half hour late in Vancouver and then sat while the flights ahead were decided. By 6pm, they were still on the ground. At one point they were told that they were taxiing back to the terminal and those who wanted to deplane could and the others could just stay on board. Two people decided they wanted to get off but when they tried, there was an announcement that if just one person got off they would all have to get off which would cause further delays. The two kindly sat back down. One gentleman wanted to use the toilet, but was sternly told that wasn’t possible until they were in the air. When they finally took off. The flight attendant (American Airlines), announced they had 5 sandwiches and some containers of Pringles available for sale. Meanwhile the business/first class passengers were served their normal meal. I am amazed there wasn’t physical altercations all over the place. Anyway, they arrived in Dallas around midnight and were given vouchers for a meal and then breakfast- sadly the restaurant and store in the hotel were closed so no food. In addition, they weren’t allowed to pick up their luggage since it was checked through to London. They left at 5pm the next day, missing their flight to Faro and thus having to drive to the Algarve. Peter’s suitcase of clothes showed up 26 hours after he did and in the meantime, my missing golf clubs showed up.

Aahh, travel – ain’t it grand!

Anyway, we are now having a great time. The sunny coast is under the influence of “the Beast from the East” – a massive cold front out of Siberia which has had a huge impact on all of Europe. We are making do though. Terry and Jan have done a couple of good hikes, Peter and I have played a couple of games of golf and today we saw some incredible sights at the coast. We have had some wonderful Portuguese meals – Saturday night Terry and I went to a local restaurant after wandering around in a daze for the afternoon. Ate a fantastic meal of octopus, and roast potatoes, came back and slept from 8pm to 10:22am, catching up on some of our missed sleep.

Monday we went to Portmao, where we drove around and around and around until we found Dona Branca – a restaurant in a small square that housed three other open restaurants. Ours was the only one with a wait for a table. The squid was sublime and filling.

Peter and I played Vale de Lobo yesterday. How exclusive was it? The guy getting the golf cart for me said he didn’t think I would be allowed to play since my shorts were “beach” shorts. Right, I’m a big beach guy.

A few of the homes – photo 1 is two homes and photo 2 IS one home and photo 3 is just … well you decide.


Anyway, the starter didn’t have any trouble with them. (By the way, the rate went way up today, so we didn’t pay so much). The wind did howl on the 15th and 16th holes though. The 16th is a 200 yard par three.

The ocean wind was blowing!

1. Neither of us put the ball on the beach. 2. Neither of us had the nerve to start it out on the left and let the wind carry it back. And 3. Neither of us parred the hole. Enough said.

Today we were off to Lagos (pronounced Lagosh) for a wander along the promenade and then around the old town.

It was a little breezy in Lagos

From there it was off to Sagres which is the western most point of Europe, where it was also very windy.

The three cuddled up. It was windy but not cold.

It was amazing to watch the water come off the cliffs and then go out again, meeting the incoming tide.

There were places where it was shooting up 50 feet in the air – and we figured we were standing 80 feet above the sea.

The surf was just incredible.

This guy was having way too much fun!

Just another massive wave hitting the cliffs.

That’s about all for now – we have to get our wine ready for the afternoon. Cheers.


Portugal Here We Come – Maybe Yes, Maybe No

Here we are all set to get out of the cold of Penticton and the warmth (comparatively) of the Algarve. Up at four to catch the 6 o’clock flight out of our little city. We have checked in online and it says we can go directly to security, so we do. “No, the guy says, you have to check in at the desk in order to check your bags.” Back we go, get the tags and we’re through. As we sit in the waiting room we hear a 2 year old having a temper tantrum – so bad everyone in the room is looking and thinking “Please God put him on the other flight.”(There are two flights each morning – an Air Canada and a Westjet). Thankfully by the time we board he has been calmed down by his father. Phew! We leave a chilly waiting room, walk through the -15 morning to board. Hmm something seems amiss. It seems just as cold on the plane as it does outside – and the seats are leather. Pilot “Sorry folks but it is really cold outside and the machine which is supposed to warm up the plane is broken.” Then we have to sit there while the wings are de-iced adding 15 minutes to the cold wait on freezing seats. Terry is pretty much frozen. Eventually our 6am flight turns into a 6:15 flight and away we go. Luckily our flight out of Vancouver isn’t leaving until 11:30 so we have lots of time to get our checked bags, get to the next check in counter and start leg 2 to Montreal. (The flight from Penticton is separate thus the two check ins.)

Just another lovely day in the paradise that is Vancouver.

Those of you living in Vancouver know that the day we are leaving was scheduled for a major snow storm. It was slated to start at 7am, but as we cleared security at 8:45 it was just starting, so we figured no problem, we’ll be out of here in time. Plus, how much snow does the airport ever get. As I look out the window though, it seems to be coming down hard and in no time there is a lot of the white stuff on the ground and the ploughs, big and little, are feverishly working away. Nevertheless, we board on time for our 11:30 departure. And then we wait, and wait and wait. At 11:50 the Pilot “Sorry folks we are just waiting for the last few passengers.” Shades of China. Now I am getting a little twitchy since we only have an hour to make the next flight to Brussels, leaving Montreal at 17:55 local time. Then I get a message on my phone that our flight will leave at 12:30 and arrive at 17:48. You do the math, okay I’ll do the math – we’ll have 7 minutes. Lol not a chance. I tell the flight attendant that we have this flight to catch. “Are you sure, that seems more like the boarding time” I show her the boarding pass. ”Oh, I’ll talk to the steward and see about that.” She comes back and says that usually the hold the connecting flight, not always, but usually.

Then I get another message on my phone – that flight has been delayed from 17:55 to 20:30. Phew, again. However, we don’t seem to be moving and it is now 12:30. Finally at 12:45 we pull away and slowly start moving out for almost 5 minutes and then stop. At 12:55 we move again, for 5 minutes and stop. I look out the window – aahhh they are de-icing the wings. Well, better safe than sorry. We finally leave the ground at 1:21. At this point, 22 minutes into the air, I have no idea what the future holds, but boy am I glad we have premium economy with nice big seats. Now if they would just bring that chicken dinner and a bottle of wine.

Menu: Looks WWAAAYYY better than it was.

Salad – Heritage blend, sun-blushed tomato, artichoke, balsamic olive oil dressing.

Main – Roasted chicken thigh, Louisiana-style lemon red pepper sauce, paella rice, butternut squash, corn carrots

Dessert – Brownie deluxe

Wines – A selection of Paul Mas red and white wine, assorted liquors and Bailey’s Irish Cream

Hmm – well the bun and wine were okay, the chicken edible and the Brownie deluxe speaks for itself. The rest …..

Here we are on the plane in Montreal. Luckily there were 23 of us including 12 on a tour so they held the plane – it is now 18:50 and so it will only be an hour or so late.

Before we even pull away from the gate they are giving us the menu for leg 2.

Salad – Green Salad, vinaigrette

Main – Beef tenderloin, stout Demi-glacé, parsnip potato mash, carrots, broccoli

Desert – Carrot Cake

A selection of beverages.

I’m not holding out hope…

Actually I was pleasantly surprised about the meal it wasn’t half bad. On the other hand, we didn’t get away until 9:20 so more stress – are we going to make the connection in Brussels or not.

Now we still have the nice wide seats, but mine seems to have two sprung springs which are causing me great discomfort. Now Our pal Gary would say that it is because I have “No ass” while I would prefer to say it’s because I am sensitive all over. Anyway not a problem since there is an empty seat on the other side of Terry and I move over. A couple of hours into the flight the guy in front of Terry puts his seat back. The thing about Premium Economy is that they are wide and go back much farther, which isn’t a problem if yours goes back as well. Terry’s didn’t, so her tv screen is about 16″ from her face and her seat is stuck in the upright take off position. She tried my old seat but that didn’t work, so she very creatively turned in her seat to watch the tv in the empty seat. Normally she can get 3 or 4 hours sleep on a plane – not this trip.

We land in Brussels barely in time to make our connection if we bust our asses (flat and otherwise). We motor through terminal 2, then the largest duty free shopping area we have ever seen and just get to the gate to see – they haven’t even started boarding yet. When we finally get on, we are delighted to find that:

1. There are two families of three travelling together and they are all sitting in the row behind us.

2. They feel the need to talk all the way back and forth across the aisle.

3. There are two adolescent boys right behind us and they have the obligatory ear buds which means they have to talk really loudly to each other to be heard.

4. One has to say (literally) “Momma, Momma, Momma, Mom” every 10 minutes or so to get her attention. It is a 2 hour 25 minute flight.

To recap: Flight out of Penticton 15 minutes late, Flight out of Vancouver 1:50 late, Flight out of Montreal 1 hour 30 minutes late, Flight out of Brussels 25 minutes late and every one of these was loaded on time and then sat on the tarmac for one reason or another.

Nevertheless, we land all in one piece in Faro, Portugal. We deplane and get to the luggage carousel and golf bag after golf bag comes flying out of the chute (probably 20 of them, it was unreal) followed by our suitcases which had priority loading tags on them. Then a ton more suitcases. I say to Terry “I won’t be surprised if my clubs don’t make it. All those other ones came together and then none.” Sure enough, for a change, I was right. We fill out the form and the lovely woman says they will be delivered. Now that should be interesting.

Will write more on travelling after Peter and Jan get here tomorrow. Jan’s comment on FB

“By the time our plane took off we could have sold our cheesies 20 times over!! 5 sandwiches and a few containers of pringles was the only food available for purchase. People were chewing their arms off by the time we got in to Dallas!”

Can’t wait to hear their story.

Okay I have now been up for 32 hours – I’m outa here.

Night all.

Happy Anniversary Terry


Well here we are – 17 years of marriage today. I am so lucky to have had Terry in my life. I have put here through an awful lot – I haven’t always been the easiest person to live with plus the heart attack in China, plus living in China for that third year, plus the move to Penticton plus who knows what else. She has stuck by me through all of that and I cannot thank her enough.

On the other hand we have had some great adventures and seen an awful lot of the world, both on our own and with friends and family. We have spent time with family in Calgary, Trochu AB, Reston MB, Leesburg Fla and even Lake Havasu, AZ! We have travelled with Ken and Sheila, Nancy and Rich, Karen and Mal, Cindy and Gary, Ria and Scott, and Lynne and Martin. We have been to the Dominican Republic for our honeymoon, the U.S. (Florida, Georgia, South Carolina, California, Arizona, Colorado, Nevada, Washington, Oregon, Idaho), Mexico (Cabo San Lucas) to Europe (England, Scotland, Ireland, Northern Ireland, Cyprus, France, Italy, Warsaw, Budapest, Prague, Berlin, Amsterdam), to China (Jiaxing, Shanghai, Beijing, Nanking, Guilan, Ningbo, Xiamen, Xian and the train across to Tibet where we saw Lhasa, Xigaze and The Turquoise Lake). We have seen the North and South Islands of New Zealand (visiting with Terry’s wonderful family there) Hong Kong and Kowloon, Taipei and Tainan in Taiwan, Vietnam, Cambodia, Thailand, the Philippines, Bali, Singapore, Kuala Lumpur.

I’m exhausted just thinking of all of it. Our next year will take us to more exotic destinations with more good friends. We are truly blessed in what we have seen and done. Here are a few photos of some of what we have seen. Thank you Terry – I love you so much.

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“Just add bbq sauce…”

Some random thoughts, photos and experiences in the old south.

I went golfing on Monday morning at Deer Island Golf Course. Played with a lovely couple who told me that they had been coming there for 25 years and that I was going to love it. By the second hole even they were apologizing for the condition of the course. Now I guess I shouldn’t have expected much – after all I only paid $10.00 – but it was US $.

Just as I was about to tee off on the fifth hole I caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of my eye.

Apparently he/she is some kind of snapping turtle. Put me right off my game. (Ed. Note: That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.)

Tuesday I was off to Mission Inn Golf Course which was considerably more -$40. It was in much better condition and the three retired guys from New York State I played with were also very pleasant. However, my mouth did drop and I was left speechless on the 17th tee. What would you have done? Two of the guys were jawing back and forth about who was older etc. when the third guy says to me “Just like the n*&&%r said to the mulatto, you’re still black.” He then turned to tee up his ball, leaving me in a mild state of shock. I was glad there were only 2 holes left though.

Also on Tuesday this little scene was in front of me.

Just after I took this shot, I took one more step and the gator dove in, scaring the bejesus out of me – and the sand cranes.

Yesterday at Arlington Ridge Golf Course ($31.00) we saw these two strolling down the boulevard.

and then on our big walk this morning

A fellow came out with his two little daschunds to chase them away. You can understand how listening to that for any period of time would drive you around the bend.

Some other sights from The Plantations, where there apparently is a rule that when you pass one another walking, driving or riding a golf cart, you smile and wave. Well, smile unless you are the one woman whose face looked like it hadn’t smiled since, well, ever.

Even the cacti need to protect their eyes. Anyone know what kind of tree this is? The seed pods are impressive.

Not sure, but I don’t think the cactus Terry planted in our front yard will get to these dizzying heights.

Who wouldn’t want a pink garage door, front door and shutters?

After our big walk we were off to poke around Leesburg- a town that seems to be on its last legs. Since we were here last a few more stores have closed down (Ed. note: Except for the God Cafe, which seems to be thriving and has all new teal and chrome furniture) leaving a rather thinly populated downtown core. Two Old Hags wine store is still there and still selling excellent wine, and so is Turners Kitchen + Bar which serves fabulous meals. They have a great concept. The largest group they will take is 6 people. I would say 90% of their tables are for four, which keeps the noise level down and service exemplary.

Turners’ take on Fried Green Tomatoes Caprese.

And now the reason for this post’s title.

After we left Turners we were strolling along Main Street when a woman behind Terry says “I love your sundress” And why wouldn’t you.

I turn and look at her and say “Hey what about me?” and turn back to start walking when she replies “I do like the belt your wife picked out for you.” And why wouldn’t you.

Then I hear her say “Did you hear what she said? Talk about sexual harassment!” I turn around and here is a lovely woman coming towards me and she says “Just put some bbq sauce on those legs and I’ll eat ’em right up!” whereupon she collapses against her Cadillac in gales of laughter.

How about dem legs, y’all.

Enough for now – I have to go and admire myself.

Home Sweet Home

Let me say right off that no, we are not home yet. We still have another 10 days or so to enjoy in the sunshine states. However, we have seen a number of heritage homes here in South Carolina.

I’m thinking the description is somewhat ominous, how about you?

This house just down the street from the five star resort we are staying at. Hilton Head has a real mix of homes. From the wealthy huge homes to the double wide trailers which are in somewhat suspect condition.

Meanwhile, up the highway in Bluffton, we came across the Sarah Riley Hooks home. Who was Sarah and why is her home worth noting? Read on.

From The Island Packet” – the local newspaper: “Sarah Riley Hooks was a home health care nurse….Sarah had a son named Tony. He lived with Sarah when he was in town and was a musician who played with Sly and the Family Stone and Bluffton’s own musician John Brannen. …A very bizarre thing happened early one Bluffton morning. Tony was shot dead on Sarah’s front porch. It was a senseless act by a deranged person. The shooter drove off and was chased by our police all the way to Savannah where he was caught. All of Bluffton was in a state of shock. Thirty years or so ago we were a small town, where things of this sort did not happen. Tony was her only child so, as you may imagine, this made it even worse. Sarah was, as were we all, very sad for some time after this.” Bizarre? A very bizarre thing happened? Very sad for some time? This reporter certainly has a way with words.

Then there is The Garvey House.

The interior:After viewing the Garvey House we wandered down to the beach/pier and saw this car. We figured it was something pulled out of the water. There was a woman just leaving the seafood shop and I asked her about the car. She said the car ran and the man who drove it also lived in it. A somewhat different interpretation of home sweet home.

Okay enough about home sweet home. Now just some random stuff.

The Hilton Head school complex is nearby (high school, middle school, elementary school, school for the creative arts, football stadium, lacrosse field, soccer field, baseball diamond and general playing fields) is nearby. Saw this sign. Imagine the idea of a Weather Makeup Day happening in BC – on a Saturday.

We went for a long bike ride this morning looking for the beach. We eventually found it (more on that in a second). It was VERY windy and VERY brisk. There were several kite-sailers out.

So the plan for our bike ride was to get to the beach and ride on the packed sand. After an hour or so we got to the end of Beach City Road, where, according to the map there was a public access to the beach. Instead we saw what you see.

Undaunted I went through the open gate to the house and knocked on the door. After the door opened it went as follows:

Geoff: “Hi. We were looking for the beach access.”

Man. (Turning himself 90 degrees and looking down): “No access here. This is private property.”

Geoff: “Oh, could you tell me where there is access?”

Man. “1/4 mile on the left.” SLAM. Yes folks, I literally had the door slammed in my face – a first.

Now sure it says private property and everything, but the gate was open and I’m just a tourist.

Yesterday we went golfing at The Golden Bear Golf course. Wasn’t a memorable round for sure except for these two that Terry caught.

Now this fellow resides on the bank next to our condo. We are about 15 feet away when we walk by.

I wonder if the sign applies to him too?

My arty photo for today.

And finally – Two Pals