Story Veta (Book 1) (complete)

Kathy in FL

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World Cruise Day 226: Apr 14 – Aqaba, Jordon

I’m still pinching myself. It is hard to believe. It really is. I, Veta Petric, have visited the famed city of Petra. One of the Seven Wonders of the World. We arrived very early, about fifteen minutes before our scheduled 7 am docking. Vit and I had to rush the brothers through their breakfast and they waived goodbye to an indulgent grandmother who had surprised us all with tickets last night. We had originally just meant to be on a cruise examining the shore of the Dea Sea but this … wow. There is no other word for it.

It is not known precisely when Petra was built, However, there is evidence of human habitation in Petra that is purportedly 10,000 years old. The city was already prosperous as the capital of the Nabataean Empire in the 1st century BC. The city grew rich through trade in frankincense, myrrh, and spices. Petra was later annexed to the Roman Empire – as was most of the known world at that time – and continued to thrive until a large earthquake in 363 AD destroyed much of the city and started its decline. By the 7th century AD the city was mostly abandoned and forgotten about. The city was “rediscovered” in 1812 and has been a fascination ever since.

We were picked up at the pier by an air-conditioned minivan and enjoyed the desert views as we travelled north. Along the way we passed by Little Petra the Nabatean’s carvan stop before heading to the main city. After roughly two hours on the road, we arrived at the ancient city. It took a 20-minute stroll to reach the Siq, the rock fissure that serves as the entrance corridor to the Petra. Once there we started our walk through the 1-mile (1.5-kilometer) canyon, framed by towering sandstone cliffs that were so narrow in places you could practically touch both sides at the same time.

At the final bend, we got our first, memorable glimpse of the Treasury (Al-Khazneh), the stunning rock-cut building that played a prominent backdrop in the old movie Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade that starred Sean Connery and Harrison Ford. Momma used to giggle like a girl when she said she had a crush on Harrison Ford before she met Poppa. Poppa would always harrumph until Momma would say, but Harrison just couldn’t compete with your father’s good looks. I prefer Sean Connery myself, and why did I go down that rabbit trail? I must be more frazzled than I want to admit, even to myself. Back on track Veta, get back on track.

We admired Al-Khazneh’s carved, rose-pink facade, as we listened to our guide tell us its history. We took plenty of photos and selfies then walked through the gorge and discovered more about the Nabataeans who made their homes here as we passed many more large facades in the cliffs. Petra was the junction of key ancient trading routes in the 6th century and at one time was quite important.

We saw the theater that once seated 3,000 spectators and continued to the Royal Tombs, a string of chambers and facades built into the mountainside. The most ornate were the Urn Tomb, the Silk Tomb, the Palace Tomb, and the Corinthian Tomb. After the guided portion of the tour we were allowed to enjoy nearly three hours of free time to explore further. The 19th-century poet John Burgon described Petra as the ‘rose-red city half as old time.’ It was that and more.

What I wasn’t expecting was that Petra had been partially commercialized, not the archaeological park portion of it but right outside where the visitor center is. It was hard to leave when you are exploring one of the Seven Wonders but eventually everyone needs to eat and drink. We took the time to eat a meal at one of Petra’s several restaurants. Yes, restaurants. We finished our meal – memorable and good, but for the life of me it all escapes me at the moment – and then wandered a bit among the vendors there.

When it was time, we met our driver outside the ancient city and reboarded the minivan to be driven back to Aqaba and to our pier. There was a duty-free shop, and with Dylan’s warning in mind we unloaded some of our foreign currency on things like chocolate, ajloun olive oil, myrrh and other spices, olive oil soap, Dead Sea mud, and Vit bought me a book on Petra, several postcards, and a charm shaped like Petra’s Treasury.

The sun and heat were pretty intense, so I’ll use that as an excuse for why my brain is so fuzzy tonight. It might not even be an excuse. And tomorrow … Luxor. I’m on overload.
 

Kathy in FL

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World Cruise Day 227: Apr 15 – Luxor (Safaga), Egypt

I sit here on the verandah as I type this looking out over Safaga, Egypt as our ship pulls away from a port that has been in use since the 3rd century. Vit, Nicholas, and Frankie are in the other loungers drinking ice water and fanning themselves with the blessedly cool air. The sun was intense today and I’m glad that I convinced all three of them to wear their Panama Hats, even Frankie. They have also changed out of their cotton button down shirts and linen slacks and all three look ready for a dip in the pool although it is just a way to cool down. I’m in my “sea-colored” dress that Vit bought me months ago because it reminded him of my eyes. And not to be inmodest but I cherish every breeze that finds its way under my skirt. I was stuck in my baggy 40s trousers and tunic shirt today and I roasted, even with my paper umbrella to keep the worst of the sun off. I lost count of the number of bottled waters that we drank today.

Immediately after pulling in at 7 am a representative met us at the dock. We, along with the O’Rourkes and the McVeighs were going on a private tour in an air-conditioned van. Of course, air conditioning is in the eyes of the beholder and there were times that the inside of the van was only slightly cooler than the air outside the van.

The schedule was to visit the West Bank, drive to the Valley of Kings and visit the tombs of Pharaohs of different dynasties and the Temple of Queen Hatshepsut (Deir El Bahari). Then on the way back, visit the Colossal of Memnon, the two gigantic sitting statues that represent Amenophis III facing the Nile. But we did so much more than that. Our first stop was on the West Bank in the Nile River Valley. We started with a visit to the famous Valley of the Kings.

The Valley of the Kings was the burial site of the Egyptian rulers during the period known as the New Kingdom (1570-1070 BC). Most of the tombs had already been plundered by the time they came to be properly excavated, and Greek and Latin graffiti discovered in them indicates that some were even accessible in antiquity. There are 63 tombs within the valley, only a few of them open to the public, and those on a rotating basis. The Royal tombs we were allowed to visit are decorated with scenes from Egyptian mythology from the beliefs of the period, as well as of daily life in that era. There are a whole slew of known kings buried in the valley but the most famous is King Tutankhamun. We started at the visitor center where a model of the valley and a movie about Carter’s discovery of the tomb of Tutankhamun gave an overview of what to expect inside the tombs themselves. There was a small electric train between the visitor center and the tombs, which saved us a hot and dusty walk. This was absolutely necessary for our older group members. I was shocked to find out there was no point in bringing a camera as photography is strictly forbidden — but the small penlight that I carry in my bag was very welcome more than a few times.

From there we stopped at the Temple of Hatshepsut located at Deir el Bahari Temple Complex for an hour. It is considered part of the Theban Necropolis. Our guide was excellent and I learned a lot about the female pharaoh that built a lot of wealth for the glory of Egypt starting with the fact that she ruled a lot longer than I thought … 21 years … and that Thutmose III was her nephew/stepson and the one that tried to erase her name from history.

Next came the Colossi of Memnon. The Colossi of Memnon are huge twin Statues made from blocks of quartzite sandstone. We were only there half an hour, but it was more than enough time to get some great photos. And goggle like a crazy person at their sheer size.

Our next stop was the Tomb of Ramses III. This pharoah’s tomb was first partially explored in 1768 by James Bruce. In 1792, William Browne gained access to the burial chamber and Belzoni removed the sarcophagus and lid, which are now, respectively, in the Louvre and Fitzwilliam Museum. Belzoni named it the "Tomb of the Harpists", due to a bas relief representation of two blind harpists; however, for years it continued to be referred to as "Bruce's Tomb". The tomb is beautifully decorated with grand colors that remain vivid. And when I say vivid, I mean just that. I was stunned at how such ancient colors could still pop from the wall as if they had been painted only a few days before.

I should note that Vit, Mr. O’Rourke, and Mr. McVeigh were careful to tip the tomb guards. They are terribly low paid and must supplement their income with tips from tourists just to get by. The ones that helped us … including with a flashlight … were very knowledgeable and worth the tip we left them. Why so many other tourists seemed annoyed by them I don’t understand. The men all spoke excellent English and pointed out the highlights that our guide left us to find for ourselves.

Mr. McVeigh knew someone because it was he that arranged a private viewing at the 446-foot-long Tomb of Seti I, whose 11 chambers are connected by a tunnel as wall as a private tour of the nearby tomb of King Tut. King Tut’s tomb is once again locked more often than not as the Department of Egyptology give it another survey. There are hints that not all of the chambers have been found though I’m not sure that it isn’t just an excuse to shut it away from the public to drive up the price of getting the chance to glimpse the interior.

We took a short break for lunch at a tourist bazaar. Nothing inspiring but everyone needed something more substantial than water as the heat was already taking it out of us, and the men in particular were getting hungry. It was here that I found out why, though crowded, the tomb area wasn’t nearly as crowded as it would have been a few years ago. The off and on instability of Egypt has really cut into the area’s tourism. But just like it did after the 1995 massacre of 50 tourists by some Shi’ite muslims, tourism will come back this time as well.

After lunch we took a look around the bazaar and everyone expended some capitalism. I have no idea how it happened but we walked away with mini pyramids, a couple of jalabeya (dresses) for me, geometric patterned boxes, handmade leather slippers (for both Vit and I), gold jewelry (that I certainly wasn’t the one to buy), cotton dress pajamas (again for me because Mrs. McVeigh swears she nearly lives in hers in the summer), perfumes and scented oils. And since our guide got a cut, he was a happy camper and grinned from ear to ear for the remainder of the day.

Next, we visited Medinet Hapu, a temple was constructed to commemorate King Ramses III after his death, by orders of the king himself. Nothing like designing and building your own mausoleum.

Next came the Valley of the Artisans (Deir el-Medina) which is the remains of the ancient Workmen's Village. It was the home of artists, craftsmen, and workers who built and ornamented the royal tombs in the Valley of the Kings.

From there we moved from the Valley of the Kings to the Valley of the Queens and the Tombs of the Nobles. There are about 70 tombs in the Valley of the Queens that belong to queens of the 18th, 19th, and 20th Dynasties. Although the name “Valley of the Queens” seems to suggest that only queens were buried there, the area was also used for the burials of princes, princesses, and other family members of nobility. Mr. McVeigh struck again as he’d managed to get us into Queen Neferti’s tomb, one not normally open to the public. I was flabbergasted at the privilege. At the Tombs of the Nobels, there are more than 400 tombs belonging to nobles. There were tombs that were decorated with cryptic passages from the Book of the Dead to guide them through the afterlife.

Right as I thought this tour was ending, it simply changed gears. We boarded a traditional dahabeya sailboat and sailed across the nile to visit the famous Karnak Temple Complex, a 4,000-year-old complex of temples, pylons, obelisks and the great Hypostyle Hall, with 16 rows of 134 columns. Talk about me trying to keep my mouth from falling open.

We started at the Avenue of Sphinxs before moving to the spectacular Temple of Amun. We marveled at the Great Hypostyle Hall, a forest of 140 ancient columns that once supported a towering ceiling. This massive complex, embellished over centuries by every major pharaoh, could fit the equivalent of ten cathedrals within its walls. We wandered among its well-preserved temples, chapels, pylons and other buildings, pausing to gaze up at the 97-foot-tall Obelisk of Queen Hatshepsut, that had remarkably been carved from a single piece of pink granite. Walking deep into the complex, we saw the granite scarb of Amenophis III, and we also found the sacred lake, where ceremonial boats took part in the worship of the god Amun.

It was only at that point that we started the two-hour trek back to the ship. The guide continued his in-depth lectures of stories from both ancient and modern Egypt leaving no one the opportunity to doze no matter how tired they were. Frankie would have nodded off if the guide didn’t intersperse his stories with tales and descriptions of the animals of ancient and modern Egypt and how many of them were used as the form of ancient Egyptian gods.

It was late when we returned to the ship, but everyone was famished. Before anything else however I insisted that they let their grandmother know that they were back. She got the full rundown before going for a night cap with some friends and I had ordered room service to be delivered to our cabin. The O’Rourkes and McVeighs had toddled off, both older couples needing to rest despite holding up quite well during the day. It is almost midnight, the dishes have been cleared away, and the brothers have all but melted into their loungers. Vit gave a silent nod and is rising to get the brothers back to their cabin though Nicholas was “just resting his eyes” and is up and helping with Frankie. When they leave I’ll have some privacy to wash up and change and then I hope Vit will also be ready to sleep. Thankfully the next two days are sea days, although it is scenic cruising around the Suez Canal so hopefully there will still be things to see.
 

Kathy in FL

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World Cruise Day 228 and 229: Apr 16 & 17 – Scenic Cruising: Suez Canal

Well if I never get to do the Panama Canal I gotta say the Suez Canal is not a bad replacement. The canal opened in 1869 and just like the Panama Canal has been expanded multiple times since. At nearly twice the length of the Panama Canal it takes nearly twice the time to transit, in our case 11 hours … that is once we got to start the journey. It is a one-way trip … or should I say one-way at a time … where ships travel in convoys. Ships can’t pass each other except in the two lakes that break the canal into shorter sections … Ballah Bypass and Great Bitter Lake.

Our convoy was made up of 30 ships of varying size and cargo. It reminded me of the old song by CW McCall. The Canal is much more than a just a way to move ships around. When we entered the cana the land on either side was tan and nearly barren. Still, there were glimpses of towns, minarets and palm trees. Less than halfway through our passage, the canal entered the Great Bitter Lake, a saltwater lake, and we passed expensive lakeside homes and luxury hotels. There are no locks in the Suez Canal, unlike the engineering of the Panama Canal, so water flows freely through the lake between the Red Sea and the Mediterranean.

North of Great Bitter Lake, the canal separates into parallel waterways, the eastern canal with northbound traffic and the western canal supporting southbound vessels with a sandy expanse between. We saw towers of the city of Ismail in the distance although only the west portion of the canal runs directly past that city.

The Suez Canal was designed and built under the direction of Ferdinand de Lesseps, a Frenchman, who obtained a concession from Sa’id Pasha, the Khedive of Egypt and Sudan. The canal originally opened under French control. It was interesting to hear the lecuturer explaining that British prime minister Disraeli originally opposed the canal. He claimed he objected to forced labor. He sent agents to stir up a revolt among workers true, but history reveals he was likely more motivated by the threat to British naval dominance for the long ship journey around Africa. In 1875, when the Egyptian government faced financial difficulties that required the sale of shares in the Suez Canal, Disraeli bought up most of them thereby conveying 44% ownership of the canal to Britain. It was a very similar circumstance that had the US in control of the Panama Canal for so many years.

Tomorrow we stop one more time in Egypt before we are well and truly in the Mediterranean. I’m getting so excited. I can tell Vit is excited as well, though a little nervous. In just over two weeks we will be on our way home!
 

Kathy in FL

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World Cruise Day 230: Apr 18 – Alexandria, Egypt

I have seen the pyramids. And they are every bit as amazing as their reputation. And the Sphinx, let’s not forget the Sphinx.

Upon our ship’s arrival at Alexandria port at 7 am, our tour guide picked us up by the cruise exit door, holding a sign with Marchand on it. I didn’t realize it was going to be a 3-hour drive from the port to Alexandria but it was. Thankfully our guide was good and kept everyone on the air-conditioned van entertained with the history and mythology of the places we would visit. By everyone I mean our normal four and four other couples that I didn’t know but that Vit and Nicholas did from socializing with the people that Madam had in her circle. Good thing they were energetic and fun-loving because I gotta say once again … 3-hour drive.

Once the drive was over (did I mention it was 3 hours?) we began by getting our bearings on Egypt’s 7,000 years of continuous civilization at Cairo’s impressive Museum of Egyptian Antiquities. The museum is a treasury, quite literally, that houses the world’s largest collection of Egyptian artifacts from 2700 BC to the 6th century AD. Among its thousands of statues, jewels and artifacts is the sarcophagus of Tutankhamen, the boy-king who ruled Egypt for nine years.

The Museum is said to contain the most comprehensive and important collection of Ancient Egyptian artifacts in the world; indeed, the brochure claimed it has over 150,000 pieces on display and tens of thousands more in storage. Given the size of he collection I’m glad I took the time to plan our route through the building as all the other passengers from our cruise ship – most of whom arrived with other excursion groups – were just as overwhelmed as I was and wondering where to start.

The museum is comprised of seven sections. The first section houses Tutankhamon's treasures and is where people seem to spend most of their time. The second section houses the pre-dynasty and the Old Kingdom monuments. The third section houses the first intermediate period and the Middle Kingdom monuments. The forth section houses the monuments of the Modern Kingdom. The fifth section houses the monuments of the late period and the Greek and Roman periods. The sixth section houses coins and papyrus. And the seventh section houses sarcophagi and scrabs. There are eleven royal mummies on display. The place was packed the entire time we were there. More than a million and half tourists visit the museum annually, in addition to half a million Egyptians.

I opted to have us move through the rooms and sections chronologically so, after we finally got through security that would put Fort Knox to shame, we took the corridor on the left. It was a little confusing at first but worth sticking to it. Only one couple didn’t follow us and they said they wished they had.

The entire museum was intoxicatingly interesting, but I have to admit almost everyone was partial to the Royal Mummy Room. It was like a particularly gruesome episode of the rebooted series CSI. Lots of science and lots of gore, and definitely not for the faint of heart. Encased in glass are the mummies of eleven Egyptian kings and queens, their bodies preserved by near miraculous ancient methods, first in their tombs and now in the museum. Even the air is kept chilled like a morgue and the lighting is dim and atmospheric. The features on the mummies on display are distinctive and as identifiable a live human making things even more eerie. The labels on everything were well done, giving information on things like suspected cause of death and age based on DNA testing.

Leaving the museum was a rush … as in we were hurried along by our guide like he was herding cats. We had a time limit if we wanted to get through the Pyramids of Giza and see everything we could. First off, The Great Pyramids of Giza are not located in Cairo itself, but in the suburb of Giza. But contrary to the way most of the public-school history books make it seem, they are not the only pyramids in Egypt. In fact, archeologists have uncovered nearly 140 in Egypt, and this doesn’t cover the ones in Sudan – and there may be more hidden beneath the sands. However, none of them are as big as the ones in Giza. There are other types of pyramids around the world but those weren’t the ones we covered today.

I must note that it was like a hot oven inside the pyramids. The air was suffocating and only moved if you made it. Talk about some serious claustrophobia. I’m not normally prone to the feeling but I got a little nauseous with it a few times. Also, the passages are quite narrow and steep, so in places we had to essentially crawl on our hands and knees to move forward. Security does not allow anyone to bring cameras inside the pyramids, but we learned that smartphones are fine so long as you don’t use the flash. I took some rare shots and made sure I got some of the boys and Vit as well for the scrapbooks I am making.

The tour started in the Great Pyramid, or the Pyramid of Khufu. Grave robbers emptied the pyramid many years before it was excavated so all we viewed was the internal structure although that was impressive enough. The second pyramid was the Pyramid of Khafre. The others were not open to the public. We could have stopped at Khufu’s as it was the most elaborate, but we took a quick tour of Khafre’s despite it not being nearly as impressive inside.

The pyramids are impressive no matter which tours you take or where you stand, but our guide made sure to take us to several points where we could get the best photographs. We even took a camel ride to get all six of the pyramids lined up so they could be photographed in one frame. I also learned that before the Aswan Dam was built The Nile ran much closer to the pyramids and at one time you could take pictures that included the pyramids, large palms, and a barge or two floating down the river all at the same time. Such photos are impossible today. I did manage to pick up a retro postcard with the view and it was quite astounding, but I was more than content to have had the view that we did.

After the pyramids we proceeded to the Great Sphinx, with its head of a pharaoh and a lion's body. It dates back to at least the time of Chephren and stands over 65 feet high and 240 feet long. There are lots of theories and hypothesis about who built it, why, and when but for all of the theories no one knows for sure. Some say there is evidence that it was repurposed and redecorated at least once or twice. I don’t know and can’t say, but the Sphinx is a truly breathtaking Wonder of the Ancient World.

The tour also included a visit to the Valley Temple area which is right next to the Sphinx. The temple and Sphinx mark the original entrance to the entire funerary complex. There was once a causeway that led from that entrance to the pyramids. What is crazy is just how massive everything is. How did they move 400-ton blocks with only ancient engineering skills?! Vit’s mechanical engineer degree came in handy today as he explained some of the old methods but even he was amazed at the feats that ancient man accomplished.

The day was moving along and even though it was a wrench to leave we had more to do. We bid goodbye to the pyramids and moved to enjoy a relaxing cruise and buffet on the Nile. We were all famished though I admit mostly all I wanted to do was find some shade and drink four or five gallons of water … or better yet iced tea. Luckily for the others the buffet was so much more than that. Some of the items on the menu were Saganaki (breaded and fried mozzarella cheese), hummus, Falafel (chickpeas, coriander and spices ground together and made into a patty and deep fried), Baba Ghanouj (roasted eggplant, mixed with tahini and garlic), tandoori chicken wraps, Shish tawouk wraps, several salads like a traditional Greek and Fatoush. The main dishes were beef kofta; Moussaka Tajine (made with eggplant, potato, onion, green peppers and ground beef); rack of lamb; kababs made tandoori style of chicken, lamb, and shrimp; vegetarian tandoori stir fry made with tofu. The desserts were just as delicious and varied such as babousa cake which made Vit and I laugh because of the name. The baklava was incredible as well. I wasn’t loving the idea of drinking coffee like the others so the waiter offered chai tea which was perfect. Frankie got something called an Egyptian Humor which is essentially milk with cinnamon and ginger in it. The cruise lasted two hours and when we finished eating we went to the top deck and took pictures of Cairo’s waterfront landmarks as well as enjoyed what was called a folkloric show and oriental music … and yes, belly dancers.

Our last stop after exiting the Nile cruise was to visit the Papyrus Institute. As explained by our guide, Papyrus was very important to the ancient Egyptians and it helped transform Egyptian society in many ways. Once the technology of papyrus making was developed, its method of production was a closely guarded secret allowing the Egyptians to have a monopoly on it. It became an economically important part of the country’s wealth. It was exported to many locations in the ancient world. The raw material of papyrus paper comes from the plant Cyperus papyrus, a long-stemmed plant that grows in damp regions of the Nile Delta in Egypt. A friend of mine who lived in Tampa grew the papyrus plant in her parents’ yard and I’ve seen it used in lots of landscaping and in cut plant arrangements because of its unusual shape. It makes you think of a green wand with green streamers exploding out of one end.

There were souvenirs for sale but everything was very low-key and no-pressure. What one of the couples with us mentioned is that they waited to purchase a papyrus souvenir at the institute because with the other vendors around town you never know if you are actually getting papyrus or the more common paper made from banana silk or sugar cane leaves.

From there it was all back aboard for the long drive back to the ship. I cannot believe how much we packed into this day. We were scrambling back onto the ship with minutes of the schedule sailaway and I’d like to not cut it so close again. It was a private excursion rather than one organized by Viking so there was no obligation for them to wait for us. That would have been a mess. No one was particularly hungry for dinner after the buffet, but the brothers wanted to go with Madam to tell her of their sightseeing and the pyramids and all the rest. Vit and I agreed to go with them but stuck to a very light salad and lots of water. I still feel like I’ve been rung out like a sponge with nothing to replace what’s been squeezed out.

Amazingly Vit and I didn’t buy anything but postcards and a couple of books. Not even a bit of papyrus. I did come away with a minor sunburn but so did everyone else even with the amount of sunscreen we used. I had opted not to take the paper umbrella because I heard it would make security cranky. The small visor I wore instead obviously was insufficient. Vit and I climbed into the tub together tonight and when we caught ourselves nearly falling asleep we reluctantly climbed out. We’ve both been catching up on paperwork because despite the next two days being sea days we’ll be busy with the brothers. Both of them seem to sense things will be changing quickly in the not too distant future and are getting clingy. We’ll need to deal with that quickly if we want our jobs to end on a good note.
 

Kathy in FL

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World Cruise Day 231 and 232: Apr 19 & 20 – Cruise the Mediterranean Sea

I am not sorry about sailing away from the Middle East. I don’t regret going there but I’m happy to sailing back towards more familiar settings. We aren’t quite there yet but our next couple of ports are certainly closer to what I am used to. Frankie asked me if I will find “home” boring after traveling the world. “No. Not at all. It is just the next leg of the journey, the next chance for adventure.”

I wasn’t just feeding him a line either. Maybe one day I will look back at all of this traveling and wish I was back but I think for the next long while I will be more than a content to start a new and stable life with Vit. The challenges of that will be great enough to keep me busy.

The last two days we have been sailing in the Mediterranean Sea. It is almost completely enclosed by land making it fairly unique. And it is also home to a massive immigrant problem. “Boat people” leave their country seeking to make land in another country for many reasons … political to economical … but these days countries are extremely intolerant of these boat people landing on their shores seeking asylum. Sadly, it is no longer shocking to hear of boats that sink, migrants that have drowned, and pirates hijacking the floating misery and using it for their own ends. Maritime law now states that such boats or rafts are to be noted but not assisted. Crews are to call their location in, anything which identifies where it is from, and reported to the nearest country’s coast guard who will send a ship to investigate. Usually the boat people do everything in their power not to be noticed because it invariably means being towed back to their native country with no appeal.

The weather has been glorious with temperatures in the 70s rather than the 90s as it was in Egypt. And Vit and I are not the only ones beginning to count the days. I hear through the grapevine that there is a tremendous amount of pre-packing going on as people realize how much they need to do in less than two weeks.

The other thing that is keeping me busy is putting the finishing touches and formatting Frankie’s portfolio, as well as the digital scrapbook that I am making for him to keep. Thank goodness that Vit thought to purchase some external memory while we were in Thailand because I have to admit it completely escaped my memory. I can’t believe how much space I have used on my own external hard drive. I started with an excess of 5T and I have so little now that it has slowed down enough to be noticeable even with all the cache on my laptop.

The other thing that is slow is email service and wifi. Everyone must be online today trying to catch up and plan ahead. At least news from home is quieter than it has been. Challenges remain but there’s always challenges, I just hope they are surmountable ones.

Right now I am sitting here waiting for the laundry to finish so I can decide what to go ahead and pack and what we will need for the next two weeks and then what we will wear flying home. And there goes the ding that tells me I need to gather my belongings and head back to the cabin so I’ll put the computer away until tomorrow.
 

Kathy in FL

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World Cruise Day 233: Apr 21 – Valletta, Malta (Day 1)

It is nice to have another overnight port. We won’t have this again until Greenwich at the end of this voyage. And what a place to have it. Valletta is a fortress city built my medieval knights and the capital of Malta. As busy as any European city by day and becomes sleepy and quaint by night. And the best way to get around is by foot. Yes! No waiting our turn to hop in and out of a van or bus. That was nice. It was for only part of the tour but still it was nice.

We arrived in port at 8 am and by 8:15 we were on our way. We started off by ascending to the Upper Barrakka Gardens for sweeping views of the Grand Harbor and the historic “Three Cities,” Senglea, Cospicua and Vittoriosa. From there we continued on foot to St. John’s Co-Cathedral and was privileged to view Caravaggio’s painting The Beheading of Saint John the Baptist.

We rejoined our group outside Valletta’s main gate to take a short transfer to get to a pier and from there took a scenic 25-minute boat ride along and inside the sea caves at Blue Grotto. The Blue Grotto is located on the southern coast of Malta, west of Wied iz-Zurrieq facing the little deserted islet of Filfla. The site got its name from a British soldier who thought that since the area looks like the Grotta Azzurra in Capri, it deserves the same name, and in fact Blue Grotto is the equivalent for Grotta Azzurra in English. The site is extremely popular, attracting some 100,000 tourists per year. It is also popular for diving. The site has also been featured in films like Troy (2004). What makes this place so beautiful is how the grotto combines sunlight and the surrounding chain of caves to reflect phosphorescent colors of the submerged flora and the deep dark shade of blue of the sea. There is a massive arch and a system of six caves that were created by centuries of erosion from the persistent action of the waves and the elements. The sky reflects the white sandy seabed, giving off a bright cobalt color while the caves mirror the orange, purple and green of the minerals in the rocks. The spectacle of colors can be seen daily from sunrise until around one in the afternoon, and together with the white froth of the waves hitting the cliffs, the Blue Grotto presents exceptional photographic backgrounds. And trust me, everyone on the tour took plenty of pictures.

Next came the temples at Hagar Qim which proved that Stonehenge and the Pyramids are not the only gigantic, super-old, man-made constructions in the world. Hagar Qim is a megalithic temple complex and is among the most ancient religious sites on Earth. A sign at the archealogical site says: “First excavated in 1839, the remains suggest a date between 3600 – 3200 BC, a period known as the Ġgantija phase in Maltese prehistory.” I didn’t insist Frankie memorize all of that, but I told him it would be a great caption to include on Traveling Marchand.

From there we took a quick walk along one of the highest points of the island at Dingli Cliffs, with gorgeous views of the deep blue Mediterranean Sea, and Filfla, the island used as a practice target for airborne bombs in WWII. The day was gorgeous but windy and I tied a scarf that kept my sunhat on my head. It looked rather silly but at least the hat stayed on. I saw more than one hat go sailing into the unknown over the cliffs.

And according to our guide, no visit to Malta would be complete without a tour through the medieval streets of Mdina, also known as the Silent City. We walked through the narrow, warren-like streets and alleys of this historic town to the impressive bastions, which boast a panoramic view of almost the entire island. Mdina’s greatest claim to fame in modern times was being used as a setting for that old book-turned-tv-series “Game of Thrones.” Poppa never let me watch it because he said it was inappropriate. I tried to get into the books myself when I was older but didn’t have any luck. Vit on the other hand seemed to know exactly what the guide was talking about when he mentioned each set location … something called “King’s Landing” really rung his bell.

Mdina can trace its origins back to the Phoenicians as far back as the 8th century BC. It wasn’t until the Romans that the city blossomed and was known as Melite. It shrunk again after the fall of the Roman Empire and passed through many hands over the centuries. One of the such things to see in Mdina is St Paul’s Cathedral, a landmark with ties back to the shipwreck of St Paul. The interior of the cathedral is quite embellished. Leaving Mdina through the “Greek Gate“, we headed to the famous catacombs, built between the second and fourth century.

Malta has been the set of several movies and television shows. I already mentioned two, but it was hilarious to find out that the live action movie “Popeye” was also filmed on location here. Poppa really liked that old comedian Robin Williams but only let me listen to the cleaned up vesions of his shows and movies. I mentioned one of them to Vit that was called “Mork from Ork” and he looked at me like he wasn’t sure whether I was joking or not.

We got back to the ship about an hour before dinner. We were all ready to eat as we’d barely snacked during the day. The promised lunch never materialized, and we didn’t miss it until it was too late. We hurried back aboard ship and grabbed food in the buffet that was already set because we had an “after dark” tour to take.

The tour wasn’t as bad as I was expecting. It was a special musical event in St. John’s Co-Cathedral. Completed in 1577, the cathedral was built as the conventual church for the Order of the Knights of St. John. In the 17th century, the interior was redesigned in the baroque style. Today, St. John’s Co-Cathedral is an active place of worship and a venue for cultural events. After the transfer from the ship it was an easy walk with ar guide to the cathedral. Inside the church, we were able to avoid the lines to see the Caravaggio painting since we had seen it earlier in the day.

I was gratified that Frankie didn’t fall asleep during the concert but the same couldn’t be said for Nicholas … or Vit who also started to slide down in his chair. I wanted to whack them both and nearly did when at the end of the concert they both sat up owl-eyed asking when the concert was going to begin. After that it was back to the ship and I encouraged them all to get some rest.

“Kokhana …”

“At least you didn’t snore. I heard a couple of people that did … and not all of them were men.”

We both got a chuckle out of it and he did indeed shower and head to bed. I believe I will make an early night of it as well. Tomorrow is another all-day tour and beyond that it will be a couple of days before we see another sea day and most of that will be finalizing our packing. Time will fly.
 

Kathy in FL

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World Cruise Day 234: Apr 22 – Valletta, Malta (Day 2)

I felt all over the place today despite the Island of Malta not exactly being huge and having covered much of it yesterday. We made an early start of it on an excursion called “Palazzo Parisio and Prosecco.” On the tour drove to the village of Naxxar with a guide and visted an honest-to-goodness palace that has been maticulously maintained by its baroness in the name of her long line of ancestors; a family by the name of Sciclunas. The 18th-century Palazzo Parisio has stood for generations and is the heart of the village.

You do what you must when it comes to preserving your home I suppose. The concept reminded me a little of what our family is doing with Pembroke House. But I guarantee that Pembroke House is nothing like the Palazzo. My goodness. Opulent and Grand barely scratches the service of a residence that features nearly painfully white walls with gilded plasterworks, ceiling frescoes, crystal chandeliers, paintings and sculptures by well-known artists, as well as formal gardens. It is a complete show place and can be rented for weddings and other events. There is also a restaurant (café fo lunch) and a formal tea room; and, a boutique as well with prices that nearly melted my enamble down to the gum line.

On our guided tour through the house we got to glimpse the grand ballroom, the finely detailed chapel and the formally landscaped gardens and orangery. All of the detail was very Baroque, including the garden, but there were a lot of Mediterranean colors mixed in. Beautiful, but way over the top of anything I could ever imagine living in … or working or anything else for that matter. It was the kind of beautiful that made you afraid to touch any of it. Seeing some of the pictures of events that had taken place on the Palazzo’s grounds I heard a couple of women sighing wistfully at how romantic it all looked. I accidentally got pulled into the conversation when they said a young woman like me would love something like that, they were sure.

As politely as I could without laughing in their faces I said, “Oh I prefer my fairytales to be a little more grounded in reality.”

Sighing in disappointment the women said, “The younger generation has no sense of romance anymore.”

I smiled and said, “Oh romance I don’t mind. I just don’t want to start out broke and in debt … or put my family in that condition … all because I want a carriage and four to pull me up to the church, doves released at our vows, a dress that reveals all my bits to the guests, and … good grief … how many tiers does that wedding cake have anyway.”

That’s when I heard a man grumble, “Wish my daughter had that kind of sense. The wedding cost more than my first house did.”

The older ladies then got into a rumbly kind of discussion with some men of their generation and I got us out of there fast after that. Frankie and Nicholas didn’t get why I was trying not to laugh, and frankly neither did Vit, until I said, “I’m trying to imagine the looks on my brothers’ faces if I tried to get married in that dress.” Frankie still didn’t quite get it, but Nicholas blushed and Vit gave a cough of a laugh.

We concluded our visit with a glass of Prosecco and light refreshments which helped push off lunch which Frankie was already asking about. En route back to the ship we had to take a detour, so we stopped in the village of Mosta to visit its distinctive church. It was built by the town’s own citizens during the 19th century and boasts one of the world’s largest unsupported domes. During World War II, a bomb pierced the dome, but it miraculously failed to explode. We all admitted it woud have been a tragic loss had the building been destroyed.

Back in Valletta we decided to take a short, self-guided walking tour before the next excursion that started at noon and got lost for a bit in some of the shops. We enjoyed a glassblowing exhibition and to show our appreciation we each bought a piece of the famous Mdina glass that was on display. The brothers, never at a loss for space to try something new spent time in one of the chocolate shops and came out with Maltese nougat for our group to share. Oh … my … word. Sinfully delicious. I got lost in a lace shop where I bought several pieces of Bizzilla lace. Not big pieces as they were all expensive because they are handmade bobbin lace. As a price example, a simple bookmark cost at least 15 euros.

In another shop I got into conversation with the owner and he explained how the common prickly pear might turn into the next miracle crop to help the economy. Prickly pears are planted as a poor man’s wind break in Malta and someone needs to do something with all of the fruit it grows. Unlike the prickly pear that grow in Florida that are red, the ones most often grown in Malta are a sunny yellow. The shop was full of products made of the fruit and I couldn’t resist, especially when I spotted a bottle of prickly pear liqueur. Joining me in looking around Vit added carob liqueur, almond liqueur, pomegranate liqueur, a few bottles of Maltese wine, and then he told me to load up on anything else that struck my fancy. Really? He said really.

I felt a little foolish but when I would have objected Vit said in Ukrainian, “There is room. And I need to dispose of some … funds.” Okay, that meant that there had been another poker game. For someone supposedly doing his best not to win too often it seems he wins something every game … or should I say every game that I know about.

So to the liqueurs and wines I added several other local products such as tomato vinegar, Mediterranean seasoning mixes, flavored honeys, prickly pear conserve, marmalade, fig conserve, pressed sundried dates and walnuts (a traditional Maltese dessert), rock cakes, several bars of Savina chocolate in various flavors, capers in aged wine vinegar, tomato spread which is a type of tomato conserve, something called “Drunken Cheese” that made Vit get that longing look in his eyes that says I like that but I’m too embarrassed to ask for it, pure carob syrup, and lemon chutney. We walked out of there looking like pack mules and the proprietor looking very well pleased with how his day was going.

We were lucky that we were able to go back to the ship and leave out purchases in our cabin or our final activity of the day would have been miserable. Or if not that, at least very uncomfortable. The tour was to immerse ourselves in the flavors, colors and textures of Malta. Coming off the ship we met out guide and took a drive to the picturesque fishing village of Marsaxlokk. Try saying that three times fast. It was a peaceful seaside haven of simple Mediterranean island life. We browsed the small market for handicrafts (I bought postcards but left the other passengers to play capitalist) and local delicacies (which Nicholas did with surprising gusto). He was particularly fond of pastizzi which is a phyllo-like dough stuffed with ricotta or mushy peas. From there we visited a local winery and learned about the vines and how the wine is produced. Vit bought a couple of bottles just to be polite. I’m hoping that I have found enough cardboard to put between all of the bottles being shipped home that there isn’t any breakage en route. On the way back to the ship we stopped at an arts village near Mdina for another glassblowing demonstration and browsed the stalls. Nicholas bought a small trinket – I noticed it was a pendant – so I’m not sure if he is as over the young lady of a few weeks ago or not.

Sailaway was at 6 pm and it went off without a hitch. All four of us had dinner together on the upper deck since they’d opened the retractable roof and it was almost like dining al fresco under the stars. There was a movie on deck as well which I stayed for until Frankie started to give out and wanted to leave. The movie had subtitles and I think he was simply bored. We both took the time to upload our photos and as his lesson I asked him to pick his favorites and write short, grammatically-correct, descriptions. I only had to correct some of the spelling of local words and then he went off to bed. Tomorrow is Sardinia. I wish we were doing more of Italy but I’ll take what I can get and not throw a fit. Speaking of not throwing a fit, Vit also made an early night of it as did Nicholas. Vit is giving me “the look” and I am definitely in the mood so ta for the nite.
 

Kathy in FL

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World Cruise Day 235: Apr 23 – Sardinia (Cagliari), Italy

Surprise, surprise. Madam announced at breakfast that she was taking the brothers and going to meet a relative for brunch. That certainly came out of left field. As they toddled off, Frankie in ecstasy over spending the day with his beloved Grandmother – yes, he is spoiled but I think not as bad as I worried about since he seems to crave her attention more than the “stuff” she can give him – and Nicholas looking a little confused at having his day turned on its ear. To Vit and I Miss Haywood said, “Take the day and continue with the plans. Our time is growing short and before too much more time has passed things will become quite busy.”

As Miss Haywood followed in the others’ wake Vit looked at me and shrugged. “She is not wrong, but do you wish to go ashore or say aboard?”

“Um … I really would like to go ashore unless you would prefer otherwise.”

Giving me a smile he said, “Nii. There will be few enough of these days. I will show you what I can of Italy even with the day a short one.”

I wiped my mouth on my napkin signifying I was finished with breakfast and then stood as Vit held my chair. “You speak Italian.”

“Yes.”

“I do as well, but it has been a while. And go ahead and laugh. It is better than my Portuguese ever was. I spent a semester working in a family-owned Italian restaurant. Talk about an immersive lesson.”

He continued smiling and we both agreed that we’d speak Italian today when appropriate. The only problem is that there had been some mix up and our tour had been cancelled. Vit said, “I know this port if you would still like to look around. It is only a 15-minute walk to the old town. Or we can take the Port Authority’s shuttle.”

“A day with you and you alone? Hmmm. If I promise not to act like a kid let out of school, and behave with decorum, will you understand just how happy this makes me?”

He smiled and then whispered, “We will test your decorum tonight.”

I had a hard time not giggling which is ridiculous, but I don’t care. Vit suggested we take the shuttle there and then walk back if the mood fit. I was glad I had worn good walking shoes … even if they are getting rough around the edges … the up and down we faced in the old town area was constant and steep.

I enjoyed the time on shore with Vit. He knew his stuff as he’d been here a few times with the Yacht Owner. The town is set on the lovely Golfo degli Angeli (Gulf of Angels). Several empires left their mark at this Mediterranean crossroads, and you will see evidence of their thriving cultures. First Vit hailed a taxi and we went for a scenic drive. We saw sites such as the Sanctuary of the Holy Lady of the Good Air, the nearby Lighthouse and Cliffs, Poetto Beach, Molentargius Pond and its pink flamingos, the Monte Urpino Panorama, the Phoenician Necropolis of Tuvixeddu, the Roman Amphitheater, and we got a view from Giorgino. Our driver was more than happy to stop when we wanted to take pictures. When we got back to the town the driver was happy with his tip and told us his sister worked at one of the tourist shops and to be sure and stop in and mention his name … but not to listen to her, none of the stories were true. We gave the obligatory laugh and then moved so he could take his next customers while we changed to walking.

As we walked we saw the Castello Area, walked by the National Archaeological Museum, saw the Bastion of Santa Croce, got a look at the King's Palace, the Cathedral of Santa Maria, and then stopped in the Santa Chiara Market which Vit said was much diminished from when he was there last and what was there was now tourist flotsam and over priced. He took me to another area, and he seemed to find what he was looking for.

We fulfilled some of the family’s requests, filled in some blank spaces of our own, and bought a few luxuries because Vit was taking Charlie seriously about unloading his euros at an excelerated rate. Into the hand basket jumped truffles, dried porcini mushroos, sun dried tomatoes, Torrone (nougat), panpepato, artisan chocolates, Martini Bianco, olive oil, and Limoncello. I also purchased some glass beads made by the Murano glass makers. It goes without saying that I got the requisite postcards as well.

We were back on the ship for the 2:30 pm sailaway and Frankie was a little wired and I wasn’t sure what to make of it until I found out that he’d made a new friend. A cousin. “And … and he likes books. I took my Sri Lanka animal book and … and he didn’t laugh. His name is Robbie. And … he’s got a big brother that is even older than Francine, like way older. He’s Mr. Vit’s age. Can you believe that?!”

I didn’t have to answer however because then he rushed into the rest of the story. Robbie’s brother’s name is Paul and he was going to be Robbie and Frankie’s tutor starting the Fall Semester. Frankie was excited and nearly speechless with worry at the same time.

“I won’t forget you Miss Veta. I promise.”

“Oh Frankie, I’ll never forget you either. But I am so very please to find out that you will have a tutor this fall rather than return to the school where you were hurt.”

“You aren’t … upset that I’m leaving?”

Treading carefully I said, “That was always the plan Frankie. We just didn’t know what your next academic year’s assignment would be. I must say that I’m thrilled for you. You must be very diligent to show Madam that this is the setting that you want.”

“It is!” he exclaimed then remembered to return to using an indoor voice when he saw me wince. “And … I’ll have a friend. A cousin even. When Nickie goes to college. Even though he is rooming at Grandmother’s he’s going to be gone a lot. He explained it to me. And I think he likes Paul too.”

Later that evening, after Frankie had finally wound down enough to turn in for the evening, Nicholas stopped by the cabin to speak with me.

“Are you sure your feelings aren’t hurt? I was thinking that Grandmother would offer the job to you.”

“Oh Nicholas, that is quite a complement, but my family needs me for a while. I’m actually quite happy that Madam found a gentleman tutor. Frankie is getting old enough that he needs more male role models. Your father travels a great deal. You will be around but will have additional responsibilities. This may be as close to perfect as can be arranged in real life.”

He seemed to relax. “I like Paul. I mean he isn’t Mr. D but there’s something … I don’t know. It’s like I know I can trust him to take care of Frankie and not let him get like I was. And then there’s Robbie. You should have seen it. I’ve never … I mean never … seen Frankie take the lead but … From what I hear Robbie has had it pretty bad. Their dad went kinda nuts after Paul’s mom croacked … er … died. And he wound up knocking up his wife’s former something or other … like hairdresser I think. Big mess later and the hairdresser decides she don’t wanna be married because she has to be responsible and stuff but they never really get the big D finished because of Robbie. Yada yada soap opera, lot of trashy crap happening, Paul’s dad dies kinda accidentally on purpose driving some road in the mountains, Robbie’s mom manages to trash his estate. She keeps up with her bad friends, they treat Robbie real bad, Paul doesn’t know what is going on until it’s too late and then Robbie’s mom ODs on fentanyl.”

Ignoring some of the phrasing I said, “Er … good … heavens. But I’m sure that’s none of my business Nicholas.”

“Yeah kinda,” he agrees. “But what I mean is that Paul does a pretty good job with Robbie and gets all the damage stuff. So like, you don’t have to worry about that part ‘cause I know you do even if the squirt is a lot better than he used to be.”

I looked at Nicholas and realized how far he had come since I first met him. I told him, “You’re a good big brother Nicholas.”

Nicholas blushes, seems pleased, but bolts after that like he’s had just as much of it as he can handle.

Vit who had been lurking in the dressing area unbeknownst to Nicholas came out. “You are not offended that the job was not offered to you?”

I looked at him in surprise. “No. Uh …”

He smiled and shook his head. “Many would be but … you are not. It is good. I was worried that Madam would.”

“You should have said something,” I told him.

“Perhaps.” Then he frowned. “Dylan sent a message. He is still completing the travel arrangements.”

“But?”

“There are more what he calls hoops for me to jump through but no one is saying what they are. He asks us to be prepared to remain in London an extra day or two.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do. We can keep out two changes of clothes instead of one. I’ll keep out some of the snacks as well. We’ll …”

Vit swooped in and kissed me. When I am able to draw breath I say, “Not that I’m averse but what was that for.”

“For not being upset.”

“Silly,” I told him prepared to return to kissing but he was once again serious. “What? Did Dylan say something else?”

“No. This is me saying.” Uh oh, syntax heading south means that Vit is upset. “Tomorrow … you will be very watchful. Yes?”

“Yes. And careful and everything else. I’ve already got an outfit picked out. Long skirt, tunic top, and …”

“I am not questioning you Kokhana. It has just been my experience that women in Algiers, especially foreign women, are a curiosity and … some men do not have what you call boundaries.”

I shrugged and said, “Your word is good enough for me. Would you like to take a turn on the promenade?”

“Hmmm … I would like … something else.”

And now Vit has showered and is waiting for me. Time for me to relax as well.
 

Kathy in FL

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World Cruise Day 236: Apr 24 – Algiers, Algeria

We didn’t arrive in port until 10:30 am but left at a close to normal time at 6 pm. I was surprised to hear that Madam and Miss Haywood as well as several other couples in that circle, including the O’Rourkes, were not going ashore. Instead we went in a small group with some passengers I didn’t really know. Strange to think there could have been couples that Vit or I weren’t at least a little familiar with after all this time.

The first leg of our full day excursion was called Impressions of Algier. It gave us a chance to get acquainted with Algiers’ Berber, Arabic and French heritage. Our first stop was the 302-foot-high Martyrs Monument which was dedicated to the heroes of Algeria’s 1954–1962 War of Independence. It took the shape of three giant, stylized palm leaves sheltering an eternal flame at the base. We stopped for a photo to capture views of the Casbah and Bay of Algiers. Next, we rode through the city center to see La Grande Poste, built by the French in 1920. Massive turrets, keyhole doors and neo-Moorish fittings make it one of the city’s most whimsical modern buildings. Another brief photo stop and then we continued riding along the Parisian-style boulevards of the French Quarter, toward the busy Bab El Oued district. We only got a glimpse if the imposing Basilica of Notre Dame d’Afrique (Our Lady of Africa), seen by many as a symbol of religious tolerance.

For the next leg of our excursion we ventured into the vibrant hillside Casbah. We ascended the hills beyond the waterfront in our van. Near the topmost reaches of the historic and atmospheric Casbah, we got out of the van and stepped into a labyrinth of streets. We were guided through narrow warrens, passing homes and small shops. We paused at Bahia House, where our hostess welcomed us. We enjoyed some customary mint tea before we continued exploring the maze of cobblestone streets, dotted with handicraft stalls and local workshops, we were given a little time to browse wooden and brass handicrafts and leather goods but the crowds were raucous so I kept Frankie close and I kept us both close to Vit and Nicholas. I was glad to get out of there and return to the van where we started the third and final leg of the excursion.

The Jardin d’Essai du Hamma botanical garden was established in 1832, when the French administration decided to drain a swamp and cultivate plants and trees. Today its arboretum and gardens are considered to be among the finest in the world. And I have no trouble with that designation. Set on 140 flat acres along the Mediterranean, it enjoys an enviable location and peaceful atmosphere. We finally got more than a glimpe of the Basilica of Notre Dame d’Afrique. It rises above the city on the clifftop Mont Bouzaréah. Surmounted by a silver dome with a blue-and-white mosaic frieze, its interior is richly decorated with paintings, arches, columns, mosaics and 26 stained glass windows.

At that point I was ready to head back to the ship though none of the others seemed to feel the same. I just have to say that the crowds were affecting me … but it was also all of the eyes that seemed to follow me. I wasn’t imagining it. Several times older Algerian women would send a man or boy over to run off the men that had gathered around. Vit tensed a few times but allowed the locals to police their own. But he did afford me what protection he could and still remain within cultural boundaries.

The day exhausted me. Going back to the ship Vit tried to cheer me up by buying me what passed for postcards. I smiled to show him I was grateful but I have been happy to take Frankie to dinner, work on Traveling Marchand and making sure we got at least one traditional lesson in before it was time to turn in. Tomorrow we will be in Spain and I feel like I will be on much more solid ground at that point.
 

Kathy in FL

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World Cruise Day 237: Apr 25 – Murcia (Cartagena), Spain

Only one week. I keep saying I can hardly believe it but it is the truth. In a little over a week we will be home. But for today … SPAIN! Another bucket list item. I decided that whatever has been bothering me that I need to get over it. Nerves? Maybe. Cultures that were nearly incompatible with my own? Possibly. Whateve it has been I need to not take the few remaining days we have for granted. After today there are only two more ports before we return to England. Three sea days as well and Vit and I are hoping that we’ve started preparing early enough that we aren’t in the panic some of the others we are seeing are. The laundry rooms alone are so busy that I’m not sure that we will be able to get all of ours done. I’ll wash our delicates here in the cabin but the steward said if we wanted to send any out to be done that it would need to be no later than the next sea day. I’m considering it.

I know I am going to miss the breakfast buffet. In university cold pizza was my haute cuisine of choice, especially when my schedule was hectic and I had weeks of 8 am classes or a job to get to just as early. Once we get home I am going to need to get into the habit of cooking since there will be a full-grown man in the house. I used to cook for Momma and Poppa once Momma’s arthritis made lifting pans … lifting anything … became problematic and painful. I didn’t mind. Angelia taught me how to make breakfast casseroles that I could throw together the night before and then just slide in the oven when I woke up. All the sisters and sisters in laws would take turns helping when they came to visit but that still left the vast majority of it to me. And I regret none of it. I know I honored both my parents with my time and efforts … even if in the beginning some of them were a little eye-watering. I’ve watched Vit eat breakfast every day of this cruise. He is a man of appetite in the morning. I need to find all of my breakfast casserole recipes and start making an ingredient list. At least I know that I can make a decent omelet with powdered eggs; I had to learn so that I could use up all of those cans of eggs that Momma had purchased when she was worried there would be some type of apocalypse and that all the children and grandchildren would come home.

Okay Veta, do not go from nervous to sad. What is up with you?

As I said, today … SPAIN. We arrived in port at 8 am and were one of the first ones down the gangway. We were in Cartagena (there is a city of the same name in Colombia also) though the newsletter called it Murcia. Murcia is both a city and a region. However, Vit and I and our charges remained in and around the port city of Cartagena to avoid some of the long bus rides. Although our first excursion did include a bus.

We took a scenic drive to Cape Palos, part of a small peninsula formed by ancient volcanic activity. At the Mar Menor's most southerly tip, the village is centered around a small marina, rocky coastline and a surprising number of restaurants and cafés. We made a photo stop then continued back into Cartagena. The bus ride had been little more than a way to get from the port to the Old Town.

From there we had free time to explore the scenic coastal city as we wandered through the Old Town's narrow cobblestone streets. We visited the fascinating Museum of the Roman Theater. Cartagena's 6,000-seat Roman Theater, built as an entertainment venue in the 1st century BC, when Rome was at the height of its power. It lay undiscovered for more than 2,000 years until its ruins were identified in 1990. The museum is ingeniously designed to take you on a journey through time, as you explore the exhibits and displays. From there we joined a walking tour with an English-speaking guide so the brothers could hear about what they were seeing without us having to interpret everything for them. Well, mostly me. Vit’s Spanish is passable but his Portuguese is much better. He intends on improving his Spanish but he knows enough to get by, but it is laborious for him to interpret it for someone else, especially as I understand it that he still thinks in Ukrainian. So he reads or hears Spanish, converts that to Ukrainian then has to translate that into English for the brothers.

The walking tour took us first to the Punic Wall. Yes, I said Punic … as in the Punic Wars everyone reads about in ancient or world history. It is an archaeological site from the 3rd century BC. It is one of the few remaining Punic defensive constructions that have survived to modern times. I must say it was more interesting that my words can convey. Our guide was especially good at the presentation there.

Next we went to Casa de la Fortuna. The House of Fortune is a type of living museum where they attempt to transport you to the domestic atmosphere of the Roman Cartagena of the 1st century. They did a good job of it as even Frankie understood how different, yet similar, our era and that one is.

Ascensor Panoramico allowed us to enjoy fantastic views of some of the most emblematic buildings of the city such as the remains of the Roman amphitheater with the superimposed Bullring or the military constructions of the 18th century. From there it was back to the Roman theater.

We tipped our guide well because he’d gone above and beyond to make things as interesting as possible for not just those of us in the small group but in particular for Frankie … and Nicholas as well as they weren’t all that different in age. There are ancient fossils hidden in the stones used to build the ancient buildings in the various archealogical sites. Most of them would simply be overlooked by your average tourist but he pointed them out and it was rather fascinating. He also went the extra mile and took us to places we could sample tapas.

We went to three different restaurants. The first two we tasted four tapas each. The last stop was at a kind of coffee house I guess you would call it where we had the chance to taste Asiatico coffee which is particular to southern Spain. It would definitely be considered an acquired taste for some as it is made with coffe, Licor 43, cinnamon and lemon. Licor 43 is a Spanish liqueur. Its base flavor is from citrus and fruit juices, but there is also a hint of vanilla in there. There is actually a total 43 different ingredients, hence the name Licor 43.

Vit liked the Licor 43 well enough that he bought a couple of bottles; the regular, the baristo (infused with coffee from the Canary Islands), and the orochata (combined with orochata from Valencia). I just shrugged it off. European and Asian drinking habits are different from the more puritan-style habits in the US. Yes, there is a lot of alcohol ingested in the US but there is a more casualness to it in other locations. I am just glad to see that Vit is avoiding the vodka; one, it doesn’t set well after too much of it and two, it is usually a sign that he is getting stressed out.

The tapas that I tried were corquettas de jamon (ham croquet), calamares de la Ramona (fried squid), patatas bravas (fried potatoes with a dressing of a very spicy ketchup/tobasco type sauce), melon slice wrapped with serrano ham, tortilla de patata (potato quiche), garlic shrim, cheese in olive oil, and a chorizo plate that had sliced chorizo, cheese, and crispy crackers. All very, very delicious. Vit had a cheese stuffed mussle that he said was excellent and Nicholas surprised me by choosing a friend eggplant which he seemed to really enjoy. For Frankie if it had cheese on it, he tried it.

Once back at the cruise port Vit insisted on going shopping and the brothers were definitely into it as well. All I could think of was how on earth was I going to get everything packed. I felt guilty just buying postcards. Between the four of us we purchased: Spanish fans, olive oil, sherry to go with the liqueur Vit had purchased earlier, more saffron since it was quite reasonable compared to what I would have to pay at home, scarves, castenets, a manilla shawl for me when I refused to let Vit buy me a flamenco dress, and an entire set of Toledo steel knives that left me wondering if that was even going to be allowed in the checked luggage.

We were treated to a flamenco show while we waited to make our way through security (the line was very long) and then sailaway was at 4 pm. Madam was having a dinner party and she asked that Frankie stay with me as the conversation was evidently going to be too serious for his age, but Nicholas was expected to attend. Vit later told me that it is obvious to him that Madam is more worried about the state of affairs around the world than she normally lets on. It isn’t just economic. And that’s when he told me there had been a series of terrorist attacks against Christians in Colombo, Sri Lanka.

“How many are confirmed dead?!”

“Gently Kokhana. The numbers are likely to increase as better sense is made of the chaos. But almost two hundred are dead and another five hundred are injured.”

“But … we walked by some of those churches. We saw … we saw …”

He hugged me and said, “And all the work on Notre Dame in Paris … it has been undone by another fire.”

Shaking a little I sat down. “What is happening? Have people lost their minds? There’s no need for this.”

“It is not that I do not agree Veta, it is … perhaps you have too high a regard for people.”

“You mean I’m too optimistic.”

“Not … precisely. But you will do me the greatest favor to be on guard for anything that looks unusual. The world seems to be on the brink … of something. Perhaps they will pull back as they have in the past but I do not trust the leaders currently in power to be strong enough to prevent it from escalating further.”

Seeing the look on his face I asked, “What else?”

“Russia and China are saber rattling again over the Little Idiot in Korea and his shenanigans. He is beginning to irritate those two countries. When he was only poking the US they did not mind but now he is poking the bear and the dragon. Not a smart move. Any other leader in any other country would have been assassinated by his own military by now.”

“And?”

“And Pakistan and India are having border squabbles again. Turkey is feeling squeezed by the EU. And Mexico is in the crosshairs of countries that have not been able to offload popluations through illegal immigration through their borders. Guatemala looks on the brink of another civil war. Drug wars are nearly a certainty in South America because everyone looks to try and control the most stable industry in their countries. And even the UK is beginning to struggle with religious persecution and violence of non-muslims. As you will remember, it started in France with Christian church desecrations … someone tried to do the same to Westminster Abbey as was done to Notre Dame.”

“Oh no. How much damage was done?” I asked thinking of all I had seen there.

“None. The security at the Abbey … and in London in general … is much higher and stricter than in France. It is, by necessity, growing stricter which may in and of itself create a tipping point for some groups. And … no stay seated Veta … in NYC a tourist bus was hijacked and was crashed into the 9/11 museum barracades.”

“Dead?” I asked expecting the worst.

“None. Some serious injuries but the most serious of all was the hijackers as he was essentially … repaid … by several men and women on the bus and several onlookers that had rushed to help. As I understand it the police had to rescue him from the vigilante justice he was experiencing. They haven’t said much but there is a common denominator to these actions.”

“Religion?”

“You would think so yes? And it is definitely a factor but by and large each perpetrator that has been caught has been in each country illegally. I … I suspect a backlash.”

It took me a moment to absorb what he was saying and then I shook my head. “No. Dylan is on top of this. You are coming home with me. You have already been granted a green card. You …”

“Shhhhh. I did not tell you to cause you to panic Kokhana. But …”

“No buts. None. Call Dylan. Now.”

“I have left him a message. You know what his job is … or can assume it. But … no, let me have my say on this. I will not let you sacrifice returning to your family. But I promise, I will follow when I can do so legally. You must believe this. Wait for me.”

“Listen here you stubborn Cossack. I am not losing you now that I’ve found you. Dylan … no WE … will figure this out. And for your information you are my family now as well. Got it? You will not leave me and I will not leave you. Period.”

Well I’m not sure if I’ve convinced him but we did spend some time comforting each other. Dylan has already got all of the paperwork signed off on and all of the other yada yada. It’s all legal. They can’t simply turn around and say no when they’ve said yes this many times.
 

Kathy in FL

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World Cruise Day 238: Apr 26 – Granada (Malaga), Spain

I told myself that I was going to enjoy the remainder of this cruise. That has been easier said than done. Vit and I both were nearly manic at one point resulting in Nicholas asking if everything was okay. We toned it back a bit, obviously we haven’t shared our plans with anyone on the ship, but the worry is constant as is the insistence that there is nothing to worry about and that we should continue as we had meant to if the world wasn’t getting in the way. Hasn’t gotten in the way of yet. Ugh. I’m doing it again.

Today we were in Granada, Spain. Birthplace of Picasso. Gateway to Andalucia. Home to endless olive groves and the Alhambra Palace. Resting place of Queen Isabella and King Ferdinand, they who funded Christopher Columbus’ voyage of discovery.

After breakfast which Vit quietly reminded me to eat, we arrived in port at 8 am and docked at Pier 1 (aka the Eastern Dock). We were off the ship quickly and then met our guide. It was a two-hour scenic drive to Granada from the port of Malaga.

We ascended the incline of Sabikah Hill to reach the top where the Alhambra palace is perched, and admired the rose-tinted walls before venturing within. Thankfully the tour included skip-the-line-tickets or we would have spent as many hours in line as we had in the van to get there. From there we followed our guide on a tour through the lavish palatial suites and courtyards that were replete with elaborate arches and stunning gardens. It wasn’t just about what we were seeing but the history of the origin of the former 9th-century fortress. We also learned about the architectural combination of Islamic and Renaissance styles.

The tour also included the Nasrid palaces and we noted the stylistic contrast of the Palace of Charles V. Then there was the Generalife Gardens. Gorgeous. Beautiful. And all of the other overused superlatives given to the exotic flowers and distinctive water features.

We visited the Royal Chapel where the bodies of Queen Isabella and her husband King Ferdinand lie. It was their wish to be buried in recaptured Granada rather than Castile or Aragón, the cities of their origin. It was a statement of unification for the country that no student of history could miss. From there we continued to the Granada Cathedral and its ornate Renaissance-inspired beauty and spectacular altar. One of the country’s architectural highlights, it is widely acclaimed for its beautiful facade and gold-and-white interior.

Everyone was growing hungry at that point and a good thing as our next stop was the Hotel Alhambra Palace (not to be confused with the actual palace), where we were welcomed with a glass of sangria (grape juice for Frankie and I). The hotel was inaugurated in 1910 by King Alfonso XIII, and is a grand, Moorish-style hotel that is Spain’s second oldest actively managed hotel. Lunch was a magnificent paella shared around the table we sat at.

After lunch our group was split into an even smaller group. Some went one way and our group ventured into the Moorish silk market of Alcaicería to admire its opulent features. We heard about Granada’s power and prosperity under the Nasrid rule and learned about the Islamic and Catholic influences that have shaped the city’s spectacular skyline.

Next, we toured the Albaicin sector, considered the historical heart of Granada. More photo-worthy panoramic vistas of the Darro Valley were available to us from that height and it also gave us a unique viewpoint of the Alhambra palace complex on the adjacent incline. The smaller group made it easier to navigate the labyrinth of narrow streets replete with cobblestones and flower-filled boxes. Some of the buildings seemed to block the sunlight they were so tall and the street so narrow.

It would have been easy to make more purchases in the silk market but even Vit admitted that we need to watch the space that we have left in the luggage. Which I have to say isn’t much. I’m packing things as tightly as I can but the challenge would be obvious to a blind man.

I’m not angry. I’m not. Regardless of what Vit thinks. I know he is working on something for Dylan. I know that somehow these poker games are part of it. I know that right now it is even more important that Vit does what he can to “jump through all of the hoops placed in front of him.” But if I find out that Dylan has made this situation more difficult than it needed to be simply so he could pursue some case or other … or worse, just do some general information gathering …

I don’t know what I’ll do if Vit can’t come home with me. Strike that. I know what I will do, I just know the family will not be happy and Vit will be all but horrified at what he considers too great a sacrifice. But it is my life. And Vit is the life … or part of the life … that I’m choosing. And that’s my final word on the subject. At least for tonight.
 

Kathy in FL

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World Cruise Day 239: Apr 27 – Scenic Cruising: Strait of Gibraltar

The Strait of Gibraliter is a narrow strait that connects the Mediterranean Sea with the Atlantic Ocean. It is show narrow that it is a famous “feat” swimming area. By that I mean that people have been attempting (with a few succeeding) to swim the straight from one side of the other for decades if not longer.

Human (and Neanderthal) habitation in the are stretches back eons. That was a difficult concept for Frankie to grasp during our lessons today. People in general think of “cave men” and think of humans, simply ancient ones. Scientists however think of ancient humans as something different … homo sapiens vs all of the other human-like varieties such as Neanderthal, Cromagnon, etc. I will leave that to his parents or future tutors to teach as a concept. I must admit that the concepts of “ancient man” and all of the others run in conflict with some of my beliefs but I don’t worry it overly to death. I believe what I believe, know why I believe it, can defend it scientifically if necessary, but I also know that others do not. And some of those others had authority over my grades in college. I usually solved it by framing my papers in terms of other people’s beliefs rather than calling them my own. It was a fine line and there were a couple of professors that tried to force their worldview on their students, but I’ll not do that to any student in my charge.

What most scientists … including archealogists and anthropologists … agree on is that the Strait has been a crossing point for a long time. Some that have used it are the Carthaginians when they were campaigning against Rome, the Romans when they traveled between the provinces of Hispania and Mauritania, the Vandals when they were raiding south from Germania through Western Rome and into North Africa in the 5th century, the Moors and Berbers in the 8th–11th centuries when they controlled the region, and Spain and Portugal in the 16th century when they were exploring the world.

Today the Strait of Gibralter is an important shipping channel and ferries run between Morocco and Spain on a daily basis. Numerous times the Strait has been blockaded during conflicts. There is even some debate who actually controls the Strait. Except for a small section, the Strait lies within the territorial waters of Spain and Morocco. However, the UK claims 3 nautical miles around Gibraltar on the northern side, putting part of the Strait inside British territorial waters. Now I don’t understand all of the legalities but as this claim is less than the 12 nautical miles maximum, it means that part of the Strait lies in international waters. That is what causes the dispute. Primarily the dispute is generated by Spain. On the other hand, Morocco disputes Spanish sovereignty over Ceuta on the southern coast. It must give the cartographers endless headaches.

Between lessons I’ve spent the day doing laundry, practicing krav maga, playing violin for Frankie who has insisted on recording several pieces so that he can have them to sleep by when the cruise is over, and of course packing. Vit has been with Nicholas all day. The “jerk” as I call him has been hounding Nicholas something terrible to play cards with the grown ups. Madam is aware of the situation but is leaving it up to Vit to teach Nicholas how to extricate himself from such situations. I don’t know, in my opinion she should step in and set the guy back on his heels. I know I’ve never been afraid to run to Derrick or any of the others when I ran into a situation where someone wouldn’t back off. Sometimes they stepped in directly and sometimes they just gave me advice, but I always knew they had my back. But that is there family, I just hope Vit can instill in Nicholas some confidence and a good eye for avoiding trouble. He’ll need it if he is going to be in the sports industry for any length. There’s a lot of temptation to gamble and it usually ends badly for the players who indulge.

Frankie doesn’t know it but if he remains on track, day after tomorrow will be his last day of school. And mine as well. I think we will need all of the time to finish packing and make other preparations. Speaking of, I’m off to try and get a stain out of one of Vit’s shirts where the “jerk” accidentally spilled wine on him. Jerk. Do you know how difficult it is to get wine out once it has set?
 

Kathy in FL

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World Cruise Day 240: Apr 28 – Porto, Portugal

Five days. That’s all. Five days. Until we can head home that is. Assuming everything goes as planned. Dylan says so far so good, but I also heard some stress in his voice. He did give us a plan to follow for our luggage and valuables. We are off-loading Fort Knox in Dover rather than Greenwich. A courier will be at the gangway to walk us through customs. He will also have a padded envelope that we will place “Fort Knox” into and seal. That padded envelope is going inside another special padded envelope that is going to be sent some other way along with some papers from Vit. I looked at Vit but he wouldn’t look at me so I must assume this has something to do with the “other” that Vit has been doing for Dylan. Humph.

We have two days before we arrive in Dover. I’m getting twitchy. But whether that is my own, or whether I’m feeing on the general air of controlled chaos I feel coming from the other passengers I’m not sure. I do know that I was happy today. When we stepped off the ship it was to find that there had been arrests made nearly around the world for the terrorist activities. What bothers me is that many allowed themselves to be caught, as if they were willing to martyr themselves to get attention. But none of them seem from an organized group, or at least not that anyone is admitting to. Some of them share ideologies but by and large if you put them all in a room there would be a brawl in short order as they don’t seem to want to cooperate with anyone, much less others that might be taking their spotlight away. It looks strange. I’m not sure what to make of it.

I found out that Vit won a considerable amount at the table last night. Nor did he seem to particularly care with the “Jerk” realized it or not. That is a change in strategy. But then again, I heard the “Jerk” and his party removed from the cruise today. Apparently, it wasn’t expected but oh well, maybe he ran out of money. I hope not for his family’s sake but then again, I hadn’t heard there was a wife. He was a solo passenger that just seem to arrive and now he is gone. And I say good riddance.

We arrived at 7:30 am but weren’t the first ones off because Nicholas wasn’t feeling well. Vit said he was acting oddly last night as well and was suspicious that someone had doctored his drink.

“I didn’t have but a glass of wine. I didn’t,” he swore.

“Of course we believe you Nicholas. Besides Mr. D was there the entire time. Perhaps something did not agree with you. But you say you feel well enough to go ashore so let’s do so. If the headache persists I will find a pharmacy and …”

“Er … no thanks. It’s already getting better. Just … feel stupid is all. I thought I’d gotten passed this stuff,” he mopped.

That’s when Vit has spoken to me quietly of his suspicions. I watched Nicholas for any unusual signs but by mid-morning he was his normal self. So if it was a doctored drink – and who would do such a thing – it has left no lasting effect.

Our time in Portugal was short, made shorter by it being a tender port. After docking at 7:30 am, we sailed away at 1:30 pm. We only had a short time for an excursion, but it at least gave us a taste of the port and time to get to know the city built on port, port wine that is. Porto, Portugal straddles the Douro River and is a vital center of education, religion, trade and industry in the country. We met our guide, then headed into the heart of the “City of Granite.” Thanks to the frequent use of this stone in the architectural landscape, the city has a grand appearance. In the Cordoaria district, one of the granite structures we saw was the masterful exterior of the Clérigos Tower, or Clergyman’s Tower. Once Portugal’s tallest structure, it was designed by Italian architect Nicolau Nasoni.

We had a bit of free time for photography then continued passed Santa Catarina Street and the cathedral there toward Aliados Avenue. When we got near the Douro River we once again had some free time to stroll around the Ribeira district (a UNESCO World Heritage Site) and explore its charming medieval cobblestone streets lined with Portuguese architecture.

It wasn’t even noon when we arrived back in the port area with little to do but wander about waiting for the line for the tender to shrink a bit. There was a duty-free shop and Vit purchased some Port Wine to add to our collection, and something called medronho which was also a liquor but nothing else caught his fancy. In a small shop not too far away I bought something that made even Vit blink. It was a large bag of corks. I know. It sounds silly. But good corks aren’t that easy to get and if I plan on trying to replicate some of Momma’s liqueur and enfused recipes then corks is what I need. I still have some of Momma’s bottles and I can find glass bottles, it’s the stoppers that were always problematic. But they cost little or nothing and were food grade as well so that’s what I bought. And of course postcards to go with the pictures I had taken during the day.

We finally got a turn on the tenders and it was not long after that I started to hear the whispers that the “Jerk” had jumped ship. I’m not going to worry about it. Vit seems happy to have the man gone, relaxed even. He also seems to have finished whatever it was that he was doing for Dylan which I am happy about. Two stressers gone. I am thankful. Because believe me when I say the next two days are going to try my nerves. First Vit and I need to finish our packing. We will leave one carry on each with two changes of clothes, a few toiletries such as our toothbrushes and the last of whatever from here in the cabin, our electronics and that is about it. I was going to carry my microscope with me but there was a remaining space in one of the trunks that fit it too perfectly for it not to be a sign.

The brothers had dinner with their grandmother and Vit said it was time that Nicholas navigated on his own more. We don’t want our leave taking to be too abrupt but it is time to begin it. I agree and after looking over Frankie’s portfolio I am going to surprise him tomorrow and tell him that lessons today were the last day of school. I cleared with with Madam first however.

“And you are sure he has met all of the benchmarks you set?”

“Met and surpassed. I could wish that he takes more time to read more in-depth book selections but even I have to admit that it is difficult to find the time for it considering how full his schedule has been. He has completed all reading assignments that I gave him and picked out a few biographies on his own.”

“Let me guess … bird heads.”

We both got a chuckle out of her term. After looking over the very preliminary report I asked that if she didn’t mind I would simply make her a copy of his complete portfolio, the scrapbook that I kept of all of his activities, and then give them to her as well as forwarding them to the Drs. Marchand.

“Just send it to their personal emails rather than their university ones. They are transitioning back to the States and should arrive there about the time I get the boys installed at my Estate. They are thinking of giving up their apartment next to the campus and moving into the guest house full time. They’ll have their academic freedom but will also have some financial burdens lifted. Nick has always been so hard headed about accepting anything from his father’s estate but if world events deteriorate it may be a while before they can go on another dig. It wouldn’t hurt Francine’s chances either. If they are going to have the name Marchand they should use it now and again to their advantage.”

She looked quite satisfied but rather than remark on it I kept my nose out of their business. Frankie and Nicholas – and the rest of the Marchand family – will have to make it on their own. It is not that I don’t care, I simply must guard against caring too much at this point.

Back to doing what laundry we have by hand. I was going to go and do a load of laundry but there was a line and passengers are getting testy. Vit and I considered sending out a bag but since it could be two days before we get it back we don’t want to take the chance and will simply have to make do with sponging out any obvious stuff and hoping that will suffice until we can get home to wash things properly. We need to get the luggage packed. And I have a feeling I will be called on to help the brothers pack up and maybe even give Miss Hayworth and hand as well.
 

Kathy in FL

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World Cruise Day 241: Apr 29 – Cruise the Atlantic Ocean

Vit and I have argued but made up. It is the near panic we’ve been thrown into. He was outraged when I so readily agreed to the scheme. I asked him what did he think I … no, let me stop, back up and start the day from the beginning. I need to record it properly or it won’t make any sense at all.

Today’s beginning was beautiful. The sun was shining. The brothers were in good moods at the same time. Breakfast was delicious. Vit and I did a practice drill of krav maga to get limbered up and both brothers joined us until we went to more advanced moves. After that we all went to change and start the tasks that were on the list for today.

I got one of the few good laughs of the day when Frankie said, “As soon as I change, I’ll come down to your cabin Miss Veta.”

“Why?” I asked innocently.

“Lessons,” he said like it was obvious.

“Oh. Well here’s the thing. Yesterday was your last day of lessons. Congratulations, I can now tell Mr. Paul that you’ve advanced to the next level and you and Robbie will be able to start together in the same grade in the Autumn.”

He just stood there looking at me with a blank stare and all I could do is say, “Breathe Dear. This isn’t a late April Fool’s joke you know.”

Then he finally unfreezes and does some weird Happy Snoopy dance causing Nicholas to nearly pass out in embarrassment. He grabs Frankie, tosses him over his shoulder and starts walking quickly towards their cabin saying, “No. You are never doing that in public again. Like ever again. I mean congratulations and all, but we have got to teach you some real dance moves Squirt. Standards Dude, we got to have standards. Seriously.”

I lost the battle to keep a straight face and had to lean on Vit a moment even though others were around and looking on. Vit cocks an eyebrow and says, “It would seem that Frankie is not the only one happy for the school year to be at an end.”

I finally get control of myself and wipe my eyes. “God I will miss him, but you are right. It will be nice to enjoy his company without having to play teacher 24/7. There are only a few days remaining with lots to do. It is time for both of us to advance to the next level.”

And with that Vit and I hurried to shower and change as well. There really was a great deal to do. The brothers took off for the pool while Vit and I finished our reports. I went through Vit’s pictures once again to locate all the ones that had the brothers in them and added those to the files that I had already put together on a thumb drive. Then came the finishing touches on the portfolio. I thought about adding yet more to the scrapbook but then decided no, that it would be good to have it finished sooner rather than later. Vit finished his report and rather than have two thumb drives, I copied his files onto the one that I was using. From there I put Frankie’s portfolio into a Drop Box for the Drs. Marchand and so that Paul Marchand could access it as needed. I did the same with all the photos.

When I took the external hard drive to Madam’s suite I found Miss Hayworth in a tizzy and spent the next two hours helping her start packing down the clothes that they wouldn’t be using and helping her go through three enormous files of paper work and getting them scanned so the originals could be shredded.

“Thank you Dear. Do you think you could find a way to help the boys get their packing started? And yes, I’m aware that their luggage is unlikely to fit all their belongings. Just do the best you can, and we’ll go from there. Anything that Frankie has outgrown set to the side. There’s no need to bring anything like that home. We’ll donate it. And try and convince them to leave as much paper behind as possible.”

“Yes ma’am,” I said internally wincing at the huge notebook of newsletters and brochures that I squeezed into one of my suitcases taking up space that could have been used for other things.

Once again, half of Frankie’s wardrobe has grown too small to make any adjustment to. I set those items aside, except for a tshirt he claims to be saving for a keepsake as it is one that I purchased for him in London. Nicholas has two pairs of shoes that he wants to donate as they didn’t really work for him and one pair he is simply going to trash as they aren’t worth repairing. I had them keep out three outfits that could be worn more than once, keep an extra outfit for wearing on the airplane, and then everything else was folded down. I was amazed that their luggage actually held it all. What their luggage did not hold was all the items they collected or purchased while on the cruise that they refuse to part with.

One such item was the sand collection that I had been making for Frankie. “Dear …”

“No.”

“Excuse me?” I asked after the attitude came through in his response.

“This is mine to keep forever. And when I’m a real explorer I’m going to add to it and one day it will all go in a museum.” I blinked and let him keep it though he would be the one explaining it to Madam. Who am I to take such a dream from him?

Neither brother wanted to pack away their shelf of keep sakes just yet. Subconsciously I think they knew that once that happened there would be no going back. Nicholas is starting university and Frankie going in a different direction as well. I just hope they are able to find some common ground that they’d be able to keep their brotherly attachment going.

I returned to our cabin and walked in to find Vit on a video chat with Dylan. But it was no ordinary conversation. Vit looked as stoic as I’ve ever seen him and Dylan looked painfully regretful.

Immediately I assumed the worst. “Don’t you dare say it Dylan.”

He shook his head and said, “I won’t … but you are going to have to convince Vit that it is necessary.” Upon closer inspection I could see his regret was tinged with some impatient irritation.

“Convince him what is necessary?”

Vit growled, “Nii. Do not do this to her.”

“Do what? And will the two of you stop growling already? Spit it out.”

I had to sit down when Dylan said it, but it only took a moment for me to digest it. “Well, then how fast can it be arranged?”

Vit was outraged. Then Dylan started to get snicky, like somehow Vit was backing out. Thank goodness Derrick showed up at the perfect time – it turns out Dylan had asked him to stop by so they could discuss it but that matters were snowballing. Derrick took both men in hand told them to calm down while he got more of the details. The fact that Derrick was so calm about it shocked Vit and I’m glad that there was a chair for him to sit in.

“But … Dr. Petric …”

“Derrick … call me Derrick. We were always going to be brothers, it just seems it must happen a little sooner than any of us planned. But if this is the only way to get you home to us then we’ll deal. Especially since it looks like Veta is not averse.”

With complete conviction I said, “I am not.”

“She deserves better than this,” Vit said starting to growl again.

Derrick smiled in understanding but said, “Glad you think so. However, it is you she wants, and this is the way Veta gets what she wants. We’ll see about all the trimmings once we can make sure the two of you are home safely.”

There was more discussion about how it would work and the papers that would need to be added to the packet in Dover. Then they rang off and Vit and I had a “discussion” of our own that only changed direction when I got angry and threw a pillow at him.

“Unless you want to find out just how much Cossack resides under the skin of this ‘nice girl that deserves better’ then I would suggestion you pick a different word than ‘defile’ when discussing what we’ve been doing.”

Vit for his part slowly replaced his stoicism with a grin and said, “It is true, I could have chosen a better word for it.”

I threw up my hands and snapped, “Finally. Something we agree on.”

Well there was a bit of nonsense for a few minutes that left me feeling ashamed for my temper tantrum but that’s all we had to give it. We were thankful to be able to catch Madam before she left for dinner. Her response to our news? “Well, can’t say I’m surprised. Knew something was going on. Obvious is what it was. What can I do to help?” Neither Vit nor I wanted to get entangled since Madam tends to take things over when she gets involved, but we didn’t want to offend her either. We told her thank you and we would let her know if something came up. She said, “See you do. I’m rather invested in this story having a happy ending. Been enough histrionics going on in the world. This would be a nice offset.”

It is slightly insane but tomorrow Vit and I will be married by the Captain who was somewhat pleased to be asked to be part of the scheme. It is going to be very quiet with only the Captain and the O’Rourkes to act as witnesses. And now I am trying not to panic and say I have nothing to wear.
 

Kathy in FL

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World Cruise Day 242: Apr 30 – Scenic Cruising: The English Channel

It wasn’t as difficult to explain things to Frankie as I had worried. Nicholas of course already knew to a certain extent but was, as he said, “all in” if we needed anything. Vit and I looked at each other and then asked the brothers if they would like to act as witnesses in addition to the O’Rourkes. They did and I won’t get teary-eyed again recording the exchange.

What I’ve learned about weddings at sea: Contrary to popular fiction, weddings at sea are a rarity. A ship's captain generally does NOT have the legal right to officiate a wedding, at sea or otherwise. In order for a Captain of a ship to perform a marriage, he must also be a judge, a justice of the peace, a minister or priest, or an officially recognized officiant such as a Notary Public. Our captain just so happened to be both a Justice of the Peace and a Notary as it made his job easier in some of the ports requiring special documents and as he took on other duties when he was on leave from the cruise line and between ships.

Many cruise lines will require that once in port, you will need to leave the ship, swear before a judge that everything is correct with previously prepared paperwork, then go back to the ship for the ceremony. We had to do it in reverse. The courier that Dylan was sending was also a lawyer in Florida and would certify the paperwork and do what was required to append it to Vit’s immigration paperwork. A lot depends on the Captain and cruise line as to how accommodating you would find the entire process. Lucky for us Vit’s relationship with the Captain made the entire process – while not seamless – certainly not the Chinese fire drill that it could have been.

The Captain was only available mid-morning so that is when he met us at the ship’s Chapel. Did I say that the ceremony was going to be a quiet one? There were some people that had other ideas. It wasn’t a raucous event; however, there were more than us, the captain and witnesses there while we said our vows. I wore the “sea colored dress” while Vit wore the shirt I embroidered him for Christmas. And afterwards we found out that Madam had arranged for a wedding luncheon in the dining room and that meant enduring all the well-wishers as the news made the rounds. Apparently a lot of them seemed to “know all along” that we were made for each other and that we were very smart to finally do something about it. There were others that obviously thought something else was going on, but I only got one or two women checking to see if it was a “shotgun wedding.” And through it all Frankie and Nicholas insisted on playing photographer.

We made the obligatory call to the family and Derrick arranged for it to be a conference call with as many as could make it. The call was not long because of restrictions on their end but I was happy and Vit seemed quite moved to be so quickly accepted despite the unusual circumstances.

Vit and I had honestly not given “the rest of it” much thought. We’d been too shellshocked by the sudden need to have a marriage certificate in place before we got to England. However, when we finally made it back to the cabin hours later it was to find that our cabin steward had moved the two beds together.

Vit was walking into the sleeping area and stopped so suddenly I ran into his back. “Omph.”

When he didn’t say anything I looked around him and decided to simply be realistic. “Well, no more worrying about falling out of bed.”

That’s when he looked at me and said, “Veta, we need to talk.”

I swear I don’t know whether to be mortified or not.

“Veta … we … we can’t.”

“Can’t sleep in the same bed? We already have. Already do at least half the time.”

He cleared his throat and said, “That is not what I refer to. We must wait.”

When I finally figured out what he meant I was so shocked that I couldn’t say anything.

“Veta, you understand? Yes?”

I swallowed. Took a breath and then responded, “Before I sound like an idiot can you at least explain how you see it?”

Without hesitation, repeating his reasoning all those months ago, he said, “I will not leave you with child if I am not there. And, Dylan’s assurances aside, I have a feeling there will be other hoops that …” He hugged me. “I do not have protection Kokhana. I will not risk a child being created until we are both at your Pembroke.”

Deciding that I would take the mature road even if I wanted to scream and throw a tantrum I said, “First it is our Pembroke. Second … I love you Vit Dymtrus. And for you, and your ideals, and because we both have some orphan baggage … I’ll do this your way. But I want you to know that I am agreeing only because … I trust you. And I respect you. And I just agreed to join you in marriage which means we are partners in life. If you feel this strongly then … then I agree. And we wait. Just don’t start treating me like a nun. Please.”

After a look passed over his face I couldn’t quite decipher, he took me in his arms and said, “Nii. I do not think we need go that far.”

And the rest as they say is no one’s business.
 

Kathy in FL

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World Cruise Day 243: May 1 – Dover, England

This has been quite a day and close to chaotic a few times. Breakfast was interesting with everyone giving us knowing looks, winks, and more well-wishes. Vit and I played stoic Cossack and tried to be gracious. None of them mean any harm but we are private people and suddenly getting married hasn’t changed that. In fact, it may make us more so.

The brothers understood when we told them that we needed to do a few errands before the excursion. They agreed to leave with us and stay in the duty-free shop while we met with the courier Dylan sent. We were barely through to the other side when a man stepped up to us and said, “Dylan gave a good description. Nice to finely meet the man that helped us bust that damn international crime ring.”

I kept my face blank but gave Vit a look from the corner of my eye. He knew I now knew what he’d been up to all this time, but he also knew that I wouldn’t say anything in front of the man. He walked us over to a group of three men and one woman who all looked very official.

When they started discussing the case I whispered to Vit, “I’m going to stand over there. I don’t know what you and Dylan want me to know and what you don’t.”

The woman asked in an accent that may have been Irish, “You don’t mind?”

“No.”

“Thanks. But if you can sign these forms while we talk shop that will get things moving along.”

I filled out copious amounts of paperwork on the clipboard she’d given me and took pictures of each page to forward to Dylan as he’d requested. Vit then had to sign in several places and our passports and the marriage certificate was scanned. Everyone notorized that the package was being taken through customs by the courier and then we were turned loose with professional but friendly waves.

Walking back to retrieve the brothers Vit said, “Kokhana …”

I stopped him. “I don’t need to know. I accepted Dylan’s chosen career a long time ago. I’m not thrilled that he used you in this way, but you are a grown man and you felt … something that led you to agree to whatever the scheme was. But just do me a favor, don’t fall in with Dylan too often. I love my brother. I do. And I trust him. But he has a bad habit of sometimes using people. He means well but people aren’t chess pieces and he forgets that.”

“I will tell you what I can … when I can. The story has not been given to the media yet and it will not until they get everything they can out those that have been apprehended.”

“The Jerk was part of it?”

“I … cannot confirm that.”

“Fine. I shouldn’t have asked anyway after saying I didn’t need to know. Let’s go get Frankie and Nicholas. If we don’t hurry we are going to be late.”

He looked relieved that I wasn’t going to harry him on the subject, and we carried on as we normally did. We collected the brothers from the duty-free shop and hurried to get on board the bus for today’s excursion. First came a scenic drive to the town of Tenterden. We admired its broad and shady High Street lined with quaint Tudor, Regency and Victorian era buildings. In Tenterden we boarded a vintage 19th-century Kent and East Sussex railway car and enjoyed a cream tea while journeying through the bucolic Rother Valley countryside in Kent. I must say that I was surprised they served a cream tea as it is normally an afternoon event. On the other hand, the clotted cream and scones were more than welcome and simply delicious. At our destination – Bodiam – we disembarked for a tour of its famous castle.

Bodiam Castle was built in 1385 to protect England’s southern coast from French raiders. Over the centuries, it fell into disrepair, as did many such castles. Efforts to preserve and renovate it began in the 19th century. Today, after many years of time and money expended, its exterior is almost complete with its battlements and ramparts rising majestically above the moat below. The stairs to the top of the postern tower (now open to the public) were narrow, but thankfully they had both a rail and a rope to help with balance. The views from the top of the tower are truly marvellous but are not for the faint-hearted or vertigo-challenged.

When our tour concluded we made the trip in reverse and were on the ship at 3 pm. We did not sailaway until 5 pm, and normally would have found some other way to fill our time, but there was a great deal of work ahead. The dreaded final packing was upon us.

Madam had heard about the trunks that Vit and I used and liked the idea so well that she purchased and had delivered a trunk for each brother and a couple for her and Miss Hayworth as well. Vit and I decided to put off what little we had left to do until the evening and concentrated on helping the brothers pack. It went much faster than expected and we even had their carry-ons packed with their carefully wrapped treasures. Vit took the brothers to dinner while I stopped by Madam’s cabin.

“Oh Veta. Thank goodness,” Miss Hayworth gasped when she answered the cabin door.

In short order, and a little reorganizing, we had their luggage packed, their carry-ons ready, and a list of last-minute items that needed to be done. That took two hours, just enough time for Vit and the brothers to finish dinner, Vit to sign for all the liquor that had been packed for shipping, and get comfortable at an outdoor movie since the weather cooperated.

I ran into Mrs. O’Rourke and decided to help her and Mrs. McVeigh with their packing as well since they’d been so kind during the voyage. Both couples are disembarking tomorrow as they had an early flight while we still had another day on the ship.

“Oh pish posh, I will not cry,” she said, blowing her nose loudly.

“Don’t you dare,” I said laughing with tears of my own threatening. “I’ll tell Derrick on you.”

She laughed and we exchanged contact information. I may never see them again, but I’ll never forget them either.

Finally, Vit and I were able to retire for the night to go over our own packing. I was amazed at how little remained of all the toiletries that I’d purchased for the voyage. I was glad that I’d saved all the zip bags and rubberbands as they came in handy to organize what wasn’t being left behind. And there wasn’t much of that because I put together what Devin called a “go bag” for each of us, dividing things like ear swabs, trial size bottles of mouth wash and toothpaste, our toothbrushes and floss, and other sundries. Vit reluctantly packed away his straight razor and accepted the necessity of using a generic disposable razor since anything else would be confiscated by airport security. We have a total of three sets of clothing … one for tomorrow, one for the day after, and one extra for just in case.

We gathered all our most important papers and I scanned and made extra copies of them with the last of my printer paper and ink before packing the printer away. The box of postcards, now so full I had to slide some of the cards along the sides of the others, had to be packed for shipping as we didn’t have enough space in either Vit’s carry on or my backpack. We both had things to donate but the total was the size of a grocery bag and would be easy to offload at a sailor’s mission that was in Greenwich.

Vit was tired, he hadn’t slept well the night before as “spokusy” [temptations] had kept him tossing and turning. When he asked, rather apologetically, to allow him to shower and then go to bed first I could see that he really was on the ragged edge. I could have been snippy or snarky but in hindsight I agree with him. I’m not saving myself for when things are perfect but using some commonsense … and trusting Vit’s … is worth facing and dealing with the spokusy of this world.

And now I think he is asleep, and I will slip in and try not to wake him. Poor Vit. Doing what he believes to be the right thing is a lot of work.
 

Kathy in FL

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World Cruise Day 245: May 3 – England

The world has gone insane. It is Sri Lanka all over again only this time all over the world. I finally got clean bandages for Vit’s arm but he is still pale. The walking didn’t help and …

At least they turned the lights down and not off. I can’t imagine what would happen if it became as dark inside this warehouse as it is outside. The only thing that has calmed people down is the storm outside. The sound of the downpour has finally put most of the kids to sleep though I think that one baby simply finally cried itself so hoarse that I can no longer hear it. I would have tried to help but I dare not leave Vit.

It all started this morning. We woke up to terrible news. Riots had broken out around many Christian edifaces and landmarks in the UK. A lot of damage that can never be repaired. The Port Authority was demanding that the Viking Sun remove all passengers for processing and then get out of the harbor as they were moving in some of their Navy. Navy ships on the Thames. People were deeply shocked.

Vit and I helped first the brothers and then Madam and Miss Hayworth to get off the ship. We were all being herded like sheep … dangerous, potentially explosive sheep … into passport and immigration control. Vit was extremely tense, as was I, but we made it passed that hurdle and onto the bus that was to take us to the airport. We had to go through several police barricades and then it took longer than normal on top of that to get to Heathrow where angry crowds were already forming. We made it through the first level of security at ticketing and then made it to where we transferred to the gates and that’s where things started to fall apart.

Several fights broke out inside the airport. As one man I overheard put it, worse than “both historic brawls between Manchester United and Arsenal combined.” I must assume that is bad given some of what I’ve seen of soccer matches on television. Miss Hayworth got knocked to the ground and Vit simply picked her up and carried her while Nicholas used his elbow the way he never should on the field, and I did what I could to protect Frankie. One particularly nasty piece of work I chopped in the throat when he’d tried to grab Vit from behind.

We got them to their gate, just meeting a very relieved Drs. And Francine Marchand. They were loading the plane quickly and I kissed both brothers and then it was good bye. It was both a loss and a relief to watch their plane taxi down the runway.

We then took off for our gate only to run into various security personnel who checked, then double checked, then rechecked their double check of all our documents and tickets. While Vit kept watch I was finally able to get a call out to Dylan.

“Thank God,” he said. “Listen. Listen carefully. Is Vit there?”

“Yes.”

“Make it so he can hear me but don’t put it on speaker.”

I did this scared from his tone alone.

“You’ve seen the news I presume.”

I said, “Run into it. Everyone is losing their flipping minds.”

“Pretty good way of putting it … just expand the picture. We’ve had in excess of two hundred church bombings here in the States confirmed and it isn’t even daylight here yet. God only knows what it is going to look like with the sun rises across the entire country. We’ve got credible threats of three dirty bombs in major cities here Veta. They’re shutting down all air traffic.”

Vit took over from there. “What do I need to do to keep Veta safe?”

“Don’t know how London is going to handle this. The noise is that … things are going to get very, very strict. Do the best you can and I’ll try and find some way to get the two of you home. Try and not let your phone run out of battery. You have a back up battery?”

“Yes,” I answered not even bothering to remind him I had three of them at Devin’s insistence.

“Lay in other supplies as you get a chance. Don’t care if it is a packet of sugar and a package of stale crackers. Don’t expect there to be a lot of charity for a bit. Do you have the belts?”

I knew he was referring to the money belts he insisted we both wear. “Yes.”

“Good. Use what you have to. Vit, Charlie got your finances all transferred yesterday but banks are taking a holiday for the next two days and … just use your resources wisely. I need to go start making calls. Vit … take care of our baby sister.”

“With my life.”

The dial tone sounded like a pacemaker had failed.

We didn’t have long to wonder what to do as we were roughly ordered to line up with our papers ready for inspection. As that happened we were put on a bus, two heavily armed guards patrolling the aisle, and no one was saying where we were going. A long two hours later I finally recognized a few of the road signs. We were just outside Dover when the crash occurred. I swear it was like the driver did it on purpose. For no reason that I’ve been able to figure he suddenly slammed on his brakes. The bus slewed and then tipped and slid several yards, taking other cars out in the process.

You know how you only remember things in flashes? Well that’s the way it was once the bus finally came to a stop. The bus and several other cars were involved. Vit stepped over people and got the emergency exit open and he and one of the guards started helping get the ambulatory people out while the other guard called on some kind of hand held radio. I could already hear sirens. The problem as it happens was that the sirens weren’t for our accident. We were simply one of several “next wave” events. What happened next is yet more incomprehensible to me. An ambulance drives up and a heavily masked man jumps out of the back and starts shooting at us while a woman starts hacking at people with a knife that could have passed for a machete back home.

Okay, not so incomprehensible once I heard the media’s reporting but bad enough. First there was some kind of push to get the plight of immigrants recognized. It seems that all Christians are hypocrites and they weren’t doing enough to personify their professed faith so they were the initial targets. That was the first wave and the second wave. The lunacy that came after was retaliatory actions against immigrants, especially those from the countries that started the horror in Sri Lanka and some other events on the world stage.

I’m delaying and I shouldn’t. When the shooting started Vit pushed me to the ground. Even at the time I remember thinking he was heavy. The gunman was quickly subdued by one of our original guards. Vit wasn’t moving. He wasn’t answering either. I wiped something wet from my face that had run into my eye and my hand came away bloody.

“Vit?!” I yelled, pushing him off of me enough so that I could roll him over.

He groaned but there was no mistaking the rip in his shirt or the quickly spreading red stain. I looked around and there was no help coming. It was every man and woman for themselves. There was also crying and screaming still coming from inside the bus. I made a command decision, God help me, and tuned everyone and everything else out. Using the skills that Poppa, Derrick, and Devin had taught me I examined Vit’s wound. It was nominally superficial, but it was the shock … and bang to his head fom the roadway when he fell … that were the real danger. The bullet had entered and exited the meaty part of his upper arm at low velocity. There was a hole and significant bruising, it was going to hurt like sin on Sunday, but it wouldn’t leave lasting effects if I could get it cleaned and bandaged.

I saw some type of quilted blanket spilled out of the contents of the bus’ storage bay. It looked like the type of thing furniture movers use to keep things from banging together and scratching. I pulled that over Vit to address the shock. I elevated his feet and made sure that none of his clothing was constricting.

“Kokhana …”

“Don’t move Vit. It looks like the bleeding is slowing. Just … just don’t move.”

I don’t know what possessed me. Something took over … or maybe it was my guardian angel guiding my actions. I still had my purse, backpack, and Vit’s carry-on. I spotted a grocery bag near me that was full of what looked like at the time – and turned out to be – typical junk food people take on road trips and some pieces of fresh fruit. I dragged the food bag over to make it look like ours. I also spotted a package of wipes which I took and put in my purse. No one noticed what I was doing as everyone that wasn’t injured seemed to be trying to clean up the roadway or gather their belongings and families together.

It took an hour but ambulances finally arrived … too late for some including the bus driver; his co-driver, despite being injured, was taken away by local police for questioning. The truly injured that were non-mobile were taken away to the nearest hospital. Vit had recovered, or should I say the danger of shock had disappeared. I was outraged that they would ask him to walk from there but the look he gave me for nearly saying something was truly fearsome. It was only after I convinced him to let me pull the carry-on while he used me to remain steady as he walked that he whispered, “We must not be separated until I know you are safe.”

“Separated? That isn’t happening Vit.”

“Veta …”

“Save your breath and your energy.” There was nothing he could do at that point but to comply.

By the time we were walked to a cruise terminal, one already all but overrun with other people previously told to stay put … or else … Vit was ghostly pale. How he did it I don’t know. I found us a quiet spot in a corner – relatively quiet spot – so we’d have no one at our back and made him lay down again with his feet propped up. After watching a fight start out over another phone I used as much stealth as possible to text Dylan a message of our new location and recent events, including that Vit was injured. I haven’t heard back, don’t know if I will. All I see is frightened people every where I look. The news … never mind. I need to stop. Vit is getting restless and a little feverish. Hopefully the crew that is handing out bottled water will get to us soon. I need to get Vit hydrated and get him to take a couple of ibuprofens to help knock this fever down.
 

Kathy in FL

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May 4th – Dover, England

Still no word from Dylan but at least Vit is better. Weaker than he wants to admit, but better. I had squirreled away some of my first aid supplies for just-in-case type things on the return trip and just so happened to also have the last of the iron supplements that Derrick had recommended last time my monthly had been so draining. I made Vit take one last night and another this morning and while I’m no doctor, I think they are helping. At least he won’t be anemic which I worried about for a while during the night.

I worried about a lot during the night. I couldn’t risk sleeping. Vit might need me and I watched some of the other people in the warehouse, or whatever that place was, fight over the dumbest things, space being the most valuable. That and food. When they lowered the lights all the way around midnight I carefully used it as a cover to shove the food into my backpack. The ATM was practically destroyed when it ran out of cash. The vending machines got the same treatment when they were emptied of their contents as well. The bathrooms … least said about them the better since I don’t want to puke.

In the middle of the day we were rounded up and given the tax-tag-and-title routine once again. They made threats about collecting everyone’s passports but in the end all they did was scan them as we were herded into the back of some kind of open-air truck bed with tall sides – a farm truck maybe – and taken to a new location. We were given the “show me your papers” dig yet again and then assigned a pallet and warned that essentially you get what you get and don’t throw a fit … or else. There had been no breakfast but there was a quasi-brunch of cardboard sandwiches and bottled water. I heard one man say that it had to be against the Geneva Convention to be treated that way, but his wife shushed him before our guards had to take notice.

Vit and I are in a Catch-22. The news says that many countries – the US and the UK among them – have put all visas on hold indefinitely until a more powerful vetting system can be put in place. Vit is in limbo because his visa was approved but with no air travel and a screwed up system, there is currently no way to get a ticket home. The other end of that is just as bad. The UK is going to expel all non-UK visitors unless they have a currently valid Visa (work, school, or tourist) and there was some discussion by government officials that even those might be cancelled. Whoever “they” were that started that rumor were quickly shut up when panic hit the streets and visa-holders of all origins started banding together to protest. Unfortunately, this means that your average tourist is stuck in limbo. Where they expect to expel us to at the moment is anyone’s guess. Walk us to a beach and tell us to keep walking until we reach international waters?

Vit and I argued but on this I am absolutely refusing to be dissuaded. “You will go home to your brats and sisters at the first opportunity. You must trust me to follow when I can.”

I wasn’t having any of it. “Absolutely not. For better or worse. I am not leaving you!”

He tried to play deaf but two can play that game and if I have no other talent I can beat the best of them by refusing to fight.

“Veta …”

“No.”

Finally he stopped though I don’t really believe that he has given up. He is simply bidding his time.

Embassy representatives for a few countries have shown up and are trying to process their people but so far only four people have been granted leave to be removed from the warehouse. I still haven’t seen anyone from the US embassy. Most of the people with us are foreigners from other countries. English isn’t many’s first language and that alone creates some of the havoc I’ve been watching. I don’t recognize any of the Middle Eastern dialects and Vit is too tired for me to bother him with it. There are several Indians by the surname of Patel. They are a large family group that were here for a wedding and are trying to return to India. Their embassy hasn’t shown up yet either. The father of that tribe made sure that Vit and I got our share of the water as it is passed out as I’d tended to some of the bumps and bruises of his family. It is nice to know that there is still some of that trying to exist in the world.

I am so tired. Vit has told me to lean over and just close my eyes for a while. He will wake me if there is anything on the news that I need to see. I just need to close my eyes for a moment.
 

Kathy in FL

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May 5th – Dover, England

Finally heard from Dylan but it was only by text. Apparently, all communications are being monitored by multiple parties which is making for a huge delay in communication response time. No international phone calls. Barely any local phone calls. Many websites are blocked. The only news on the tv is what they are allowing to be broadcast. The satellites have apparently been commandeered by some governments.

It works like this. My carrier allows me to text but it goes into a que of the country where the signal originates from. Once it makes it out of that que it goes to the receiving end where it again ques up, and finally it is delivered to the recipient … assuming it is allowed through at all points. Then to send a reply the same thing happens only in reverse. And that is the fastest it will move. If the message has to move through multiple carriers or communication systems the time between “send” and “receive” is even longer.

What we do know:

*Dylan’s clearance level doesn’t do much for his personal correspondence, but it does allow him to work concurrently on getting us home.
*What is occurring is part of some kind of world-wide movement
*There is strong suspicion that the world-wide movement is essentially just a smoke screen for some other political maneuvering that is taking place behind the scenes that even has the super powers running nervous
*The people participating in the world-wide movement don’t really understand (or don’t want to understand) they are being treated as “useful idiots” and only have the ability to see the picture that exists just at the end of their nose
*And we know that we don’t know enough to speculate beyond that point.

Worst of all,

*Dylan confirmed that Vit’s green card is good, but all new entries are on hold because of of the chaos the violence of illegal immigrants has created.
*The violence is increasing and the government is day late and dollar short with lots of finger pointing.
*The US is now taking a hardline – despite the current crop of liberal, open-border politicians – because several standing members of congress were attacked; and three immigration judges, and one State Supreme Court Justice, were assassinated.
*The attacks in the US have escalated from churches to government buildings and immigration holding facilities.

What that all means is that we are in limbo. Dylan knows it is a lot to ask but he ask that we route all communications to the family through him. Derrick is fine but Angelia is a basket case, like one of her ducklings is out playing in the middle of the interstate with oncoming traffic and no one seems to care. The others are obviously in various states of upset and concern. In my response I told him that Vit and I are capable of looking out for each other and that I expected them to do the same. Coming unglued about something they can do nothing about isn’t going to help anyone. And trust me, I should know as I used to live that life day in and out when I was a kid, when it was them holding me together.

There hasn’t been anything major near home, but feuds may start if the locals don’t squash it. Legal and illegal immigrant groups and families are starting to take sides … and it isn’t always the same side. The legals resent how “easy” the illegals have had it. The illegals resent the legals resentment, and failure to understand their definition of what is fair. Families are splitting as legals are beginning to refuse to take in illegals members regardless of how they did in the past. Legals don’t want to lose their legal status or their jobs. In other words, it is a mess.

Dylan says we need to stay out of trouble and keep our heads down, like we somehow didn’t understand the seriousness of that need. The problem with that is it looks like we are going to be moved again. The Indian family was repatriated since they were only here on a tourist visa. All of the Germans and Italians have also been repatriated by their governments as well or they are sitting in their embassies waiting their turn on the next flight out. Still with us is a large group of students from South America that have caused some problems and I believe they are being separated … or we are being separated from them.

Vit and I aren’t being given special treatment exactly, but we aren’t pushed around either. We’ve been helping with the language barriers and I also have done what I could to help the medical personnel that come through every couple of hours. There was a case of something contagious at another holding area and now they not only treat us like we are potentially exploding sheep but potentially explording, contagious sheep.

Need to put this away and pull out the all-important “papers” comrade. We are being told it is time to line up.
 

Kathy in FL

Administrator
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May 6th – Dover, England

The US and Europe has been much quieter today … not calm, just quiet. Central and South America and some Asian countries are still swinging from the rafters however. It seems that someone overplayed their hand … or underplayed it. Everything is hypothetical. They did enough to more than make their point, but they didn’t do enough to truly create system wide shock-and-awe; there were people more than ready and able to fight back … and to prevent the political aims of the terrorists from gaining a foothold. That is what the bombers and saboteurs have been named … terrorists … regardless of what their motivations are.

The infrastructure collapse people had always used as a way to threaten the economy if we didn’t have enough immigrants has not happened. From the numbers they are running it looks like it is mostly a wash … income lost is nearly outweighed by the subsidies and entitlements not expended. The money it costs to expel and deport is coming out of the budget of national security and some other places … or so says the news. The industries that used to get by on purely under the table workers started changing several years ago when the government found the penalties for hiring undocumented workers a good source of income. The most recent crop of illegals subsisted on fake identities and stolen social security numbers to make them look like real green card holders. It was just another stream of income for the human traffickers. A stream that is now being choked off.

It’s insanity to try and keep track of the threads that are unravelling. All I know is the push back against the immigrant groups was harsher and more creative than was expected, especially in the US given the supposed tolerance by politicians for immigrants regardless of their status. Many in authority have done a 180-degree turn from their former public stances. The attacks on their fellow politicians and judges was a shock that many have yet to recover from. As if the immigrants had decided to bite the hands that feed them and the feeders just couldn’t understand why.

Also, the politicians reckoned without “the will of the people” finally showing just how fed up they were with the situation and even in the so-called sanctuary cities illegals are being rounded up and shipped home … whether “home” wants them or not. If you cannot prove US citizenship or a valid green card, they treat you almost as an enemy combatant.

All the former DACA recipients that didn’t take advantage of the amnesty year to get their paperwork in process have now been classified as “overstays” and are also being rounded up. Families are being separated; having an “anchor child” no longer qualifies you for special circumstances. Marriage to a US citizen no longer grants you preferred status or an automatic green card. Vit’s deposition that it was his intention to earn his citizenship and give up his former, rather than have dual citizenship, is what helped … as well as his “record of cooperation” with US and international law enforcement departments, and his status as a hero (he still dislikes being called such) is what helped more than our marriage certificate has. The marriage certificate is just what is keeping us from being separated without recourse.

Some of the more shocking actions being taken by federal government officials is that If illegal immigrants don’t take their children with them when they are expelled, then they have to sign over their parental rights and the children are put in the foster care system fully aware their parents intentionally gave them up. Doesn’t that have future-recipient-of-counseling written all over it.

Unaccompanied minors are treated as adults and are dropped shipped back to where they say they came from. DNA samples and a bunch of biometrix are being obtained from every illegal, including all minors with or without parental consent, not just the ones that were arrested for some reason; and if they are caught coming back over the border – and yes there are some still trying that – it is an automatic felony offense and they are looking at a 2nd degree felony, mandatory sentencing, and hard labor. Unaccompanied minors will start their sentence at a juvenile facility and then be transferred to an adult facility. Gang membership is automatic grounds for deportation or placement in a maximum security prison. Or so the XO covering this has decreed. Basically, caught once in the new system, sent back where you come from. Caught doing it a second time and the consequences are huge. Supposedly the threat will be the deterrent. But sorry, people aren’t that smart. They’ll never believe it can happen to them until it does. It will take at least a year of consistent application of the new law before it starts to sink into people’s heads.

The court system is clogged with cases of people trying to be the exemption that stops the ball rolling. But whoever assassinated those judges reckoned without the effect it created. Many cases are dismissed immediately and the plaintiffs are turned over to waiting agents. That’s meant that many plaintiffs no longer plan to show up which is grounds for immediate dismissal anyway. It is just a way to waste time and try and run out the clock, hoping that things change in the mean time.

Many of the countries that were granted extended asylum … such as Somali and Haiti … have had their “special status” revoked. They’ve been given three months to self-remove or they will receive the same treatment as illegals. Canada has armed its own southern border. Concertina wire, Mounties with automatic weapons, and the whole nine yards. Illegals are shocked that Canada is no longer welcoming them with open arms.

There are makeshift holding centers being thrown together faster than the court cases getting filed into the system to stop them. Immigration lawyers are being threatened with the loss of their licensure if they don’t fall in line. Immigration judges are receiving the same notice. The actions of the illegals were supposed to highlight what they claimed were fascist regimes. All they did was create the very environment they claimed to be preventing. And a lot of this is by Executive Order though Congress has managed to move on some issues in round-the-clock session with nearly unamimous votes. Something I’ve never seen happen in my lifetime.

And here is my reality. I’m not home, there to see it from the ground. From afar it looks like an overreaction. Some countries are scandalized, and others are saying that the US is the example to follow. On the other hand, I hear things from this side of the chain-link fence and know that a lot of people sympathize with both illegal and legal immigrants … as long as it stays out of their country and doesn’t affect them. That attitude won’t stand for long either. Talking out of both sides of their mouth and not making a lot of sense with either one. You can’t have your cake and eat it too, you can’t expect something from others you are unwilling or unable to give yourself, and you can’t expect your citizens to pay for people who refuse to pay their fair share of taxes, or fees, or whatever you want to call it. The entitlement mindset is a problem all through the spectrum.

Today has been exhausting – physically, mentally, and emotionally. I’ve finally reached my BO tolerance limit and was all but heaving a few times. Vit is up and walking though he really needs a few days of better rest. At least he got out for a bit as those with Pounds Sterling (not cards or other currencies) could go buy things from a local market. Thank goodness it is the time of year that there is a lot of fresh food. So far there are no economic embargoes but there has been discussion on the subject that has made the news.

The weather also means that doors have been propped open. I can’t be the only one gagging at the lack of personal hygiene. I admit I am one of that group, but I’ve tried to minimize it by continuing to use my deodorant and toothpaste. Vit’s beard is getting thick but, unlike my brothers’, it looks like his is growing in neatly. The few times the brats have tried to grow a beard it came in growing every which direction. Lena opined once that Derrick, with a beard, reminded her of a thin Bluto. And yes I have Lena on my mind. Isn’t it the one thing you can’t know or do anything about that drives you absolutely OCD at times like these? I mean I want to know how all the family is doing but for some reason I have Lena stuck on my brain.

It was heavenly to finally get a decent meal. I wish I could show Vit some appreciation for the risk he took. I’m a little embarrassed at how shallow that sounds given all that people have been suffering, but it is true. I have food and I am loved; others are not so fortunate. It wasn’t cheap however, leading me to believe some of the shopkeepers are undoubtedly price gouging immigrants. But it was still heavenly. Vit not only brought back fresh fruit, he managed to buy two Styrofoam containers of “fish and chips” that were even more fresh than the fruit. The only thing was it was so carb-heavy that I wanted to doze for a bit afterwards but couldn’t because some of the people around us were angry that they hadn’t thought to do what Vit had … search out a meal rather than just stuff at the market.

It was his Portuguese that did it. We are hole up in one of the warehouses in the port, closer to the private yachts than the commercial cruiseliners. The group of men that he approached were suspicious at first but relaxed when Vit easily passed as one of them. He got the direction of a shop that was still selling to non-locals when he heard, “You still speak that Spanglish pretty good Dymtrus.” Vit turned quickly and the man added, “Whoa Son, did you get shot again?”

Jefferson Rigby. The Star War crazy crewmember from Vit’s past.

They both needed to grab meals and then get back so that’s what they did though they exchanged information. You never know what good connections can net you during times like this. “Rigs” as he prefers being called still works for the Yacht owner but is debating returning Stateside for a while. Vit, upon being questioned by Rigs, said assuming that we weren’t moved again that he wouldn’t be averse to meeting tomorrow to exchange more information.

Vit questioned whether it was wise to leave me alone after how some of the others in the building acted but I reminded him someone had to watch our belongings and one good meal a day would help us keep our strength and outlook up. What I don’t like is the idea that Vit is going to look for some work even if it is just interpreting or day labor … not on the dock itself but on ships that are internationally “flagged” which would give the captain leeway who he hires. All I can do is shake my head at the man’s stubbornness. He was just shot, hasn’t really seen a doctor, just me or some medics. But it is a way to remain legitimate. The guards are beginning to lose patience with some of the inmates in our shared loony bin.

I had hoped to prove my worth by keeping the children that were in here entertained but the families with children have been moved to their embassies or repatriated in some other way. Airspace has been reopened by most countries, but borders are still closely guarded. Please God, don’t let this be the new normal we have to live with. I don’t know how long that status quo can survive. The economies of many countries are too interconnected and just a spark could blow things sky high.
 

Kathy in FL

Administrator
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May 7th – Dover, England

Heard from Dylan again and the news is not good. The pendulum hasn’t just swung but seems to have gotten stuck in the direction opposite from where it had been. Vit isn’t blackballed but they aren’t making it easy for any Visa-holder to enter the US. We also can’t risk getting tagged by any other country – in our case the UK – for being a holdover or illegal or any other kind of trouble or that could nullify all the work that Dylan has done.

The problem is that the UK is forcing people out of the country as quickly as can be arranged, even if it means just making a person some other country’s problem. They are still accepting tourists I just mean that you must show valid hotel reservations or be part of a tour group and you can’t stay any longer than ten days without obtaining a tourist visa. Dylan did manage to get our designation changed to a 90-day tourist visa, due to special circumstances, but that doesn’t help with the fact we have nowhere to live during that time and no source of income and no legitimate way to get a job while we’re here because our visa doesn’t include employment.

Vit’s idea was to send me home but every seat for the foreseeable future is booked solid on every plane and every carrier. Not that I was going to let that happen, but he tried. That was our morning argument. Hard to have an argument under the circumstances but that’s exactly what we did. And then Vit all but stormed off to meet Rigs. I immediately regretted my attitude, but I refuse to even contemplate separation. With the world like it is who knows how long the separation might be for?

It was hours before Vit came back and I was sick with worry. I nearly burst into tears when I saw him striding towards me. It took Vit time to understand that the way we parted and the length of time he had been gone had triggered my old anxieties and I was struggling not to think the worst … including that he’d grown tired of me and left intentionally and permanently.

We sat close and he insisted I eat even when I’d long ago lost my appetite. “Veta … I should have thought and not left you so long. But your care is my priority and I … I have perhaps an answer to our problem.”

Immediately defensive I stated, “I won’t leave you.”

“No. I … see that now. And this solution … you are part of it. Your brothers will not be pleased. And Angelia … I do not wish to hurt any of them but from what we are being told, even with the extension on our visa there are problems if we stay in England.”

And no, the “solution” will likely not be an easy pill for the family to swallow but it is really just a continuation of what we were doing before.

Rigs was very serious and purposeful when Vit showed up for their meeting and asks if I am a certified teacher. At Vit’s cautious nod Rigs starts to explain that a few things have changed on board the yacht. It is no longer a playboy’s playground. It turns out that his former boss (the infamous yacht owner) has married once again and now has a his/hers/theirs family on board, plus a mother in law. “Hers” is actually a younger nephew and niece that the new wife has custody of. “His” is a teenage son of similar age, one that Vit had never met. “Theirs” is an all but brand new baby that already has a nanny. However, the tutor and companion for the three young teenagers (a French émigré) decided not to leave Canada rather than risk being unable to return. Since Vit is already a known quantity … the shipmate said it wouldn’t hurt to apply for the position since the family is in a rush. The fact that they would get a two-for-one deal and conform to the new standards of propriety aboard ship could only make them more desirable as employees.

“I am sorry Kokhana.”

“For what?”

He sighed. “This will mean more time before you see your family.”

“Our family. And we do what we must. The fault is neither yours … nor Dylan’s for not being able to come up with a different solution. It is what it is … and if this works, we are much better off than we are now.”

Tomorrow Vit and I go meet the yacht owner for an interview. Rigs seems to think it will just be a formality as they are desperate. But I and Vit will never make that assumption. I’ve sponged out our clothes the best I can under the circumstances. Vit has trimmed his beard and I’ve neated his haircut, but a real shave is out of the questions as the facilities simply aren’t sufficient. I feel like rubbing my deodorant over my entire body. I really am embarrassed, but I’ll wear my black cardigan that I brought in case the airplain was cold and hopefully it will hide the filth I can’t quite completely rid myself of.

And I hope we both can sleep, or I won’t be the only one using concealer to hide how ravaged our circumstances have left us.
 

Kathy in FL

Administrator
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May 8th – Dover, England

Still no response from Dylan from yesterday’s or today’s texts but at least we can now confirm we are employed. Beyond that we are still figuring it out. We have one day to prepare and to try and purchase what we need and then the day after tomorrow we transfer to the yacht and our employment begins.

When I wrote last night that the job wouldn’t be much different from the one we just left I didn’t know how true that would be.

We had to give up our pallet location to leave the warehouse this morning and make our way to the interview. Both of us needed to be there. Those in authority at the warehouse were sympathetic so they said we could return for two nights but after that everyone in the warehouse was going to be moved yet again. Vit thinks that it is to keep people from getting comfortable and to encourage them to make other arrangements.

Nor could we leave our belongings, or we risked having them confiscated. Vit’s arm is much better but still heeling so pulling his carryon wasn’t a good option but he refused to let me do it the entire way. We were to meet at a local pub where they’d reserved a room. I say they. It wasn’t just the yacht owner – Mr. Byron Baird – but his mother in law Donna Giordano that would be doing the interview. And Donna was not her name but her title … and she carried herself like “Donna” should actually be understood to mean “her majesty.”

The room was small, but tasteful, and our luggage in the corner was terribly out of place. I felt embarrassingly bedraggled. Donna Giordano’s gaze was cold and apprising. However, when I responded to her in Italian without anyone needing to interpret it for me, she got a gleam of interest in her eyes. She was throwing questions at me so quickly that it took me a moment to realize she was asking me things in more than just Italian. Italian, Spanish, English, but when she got to French I apologized in Italian and told her that I would not embarrass her kindness by inflicting my poor syntax on her.

However Vit did say in French, “You are much better than you were, you simply like Italian more.”

I shrugged, rather embarrassed that he would point it out, but the Donna slowly defrosted and asked what other languages I spoke. I listed them explaining what I was proficient in and what I was seeking to improve, which ones I spoke, and which ones I could read and write as well, etc. She seemed intrigued with the idea that I provided weekly or monthly rather than quarterly updates for my students.

“You will have three students. Additionally, I will expect you to act as my granddaghter’s chaperone and companion. Do you think you will still have time to address these administrative tasks or will you require a secretary?”

Never had I even considered having a secretary I told her in all honesty, “Reports are part of a teacher’s responsibility. It doesn’t matter whether there is one student or five hundred. Both teacher and student have their methods of accountability and oversight.”

She gave me a very brief nod and then looked at Vit and asked him questions as well, mostly concerning how he provided stability and guidance while allowing time for lessons.

“Lessons are part of life, not separate; they are more meaningful and permanent that way. The method that my wife and I use is to intergrate the ports and excursions chosen by the parents … or in the case of our last employer, the grandmother with the parents’ agreement … with the daily lessons. My wife handles the majority of the academics as she, as a legally certified teacher, can provide a certification of accomplishments and portfolio. I handle most of the physical education and act as a male mentor where and when appropriate. Having a female student will necessitate some changes; however, what those changes include will depend on your wishes about co-ed matters.”

I had to keep my mouth from falling open. Vit sounded as professional as any school administrator I had ever worked with. I don’t know why I was surprised but I was. That doesn’t sound very complimentary but that’s not the way I mean it. And I shouldn’t have been surprised. Perhaps I have grown too comfortable with what I know and should consider what I don’t know more often, if for no other reason than to keep my own ego in check.

Then Mr. Baird took over. Vit’s job wouldn’t just be “riding herd on the hooligans” but he would also need to act as their valet and companion, seeing that they presented themselves appropriately in public and at dinner and saw to their comportment at other times. My job was to act as companion to the girl, but she would rarely be at dinner with the family as she was only twelve. I said nothing at that moment but wanted to ask Vit if he was familiar with the hierarchy that was being alluded to. Vit would also be called upon on occasion to fill in as Mr. Baird’s secretary.

“Barney is still with me Dymtrus but is kept busy with all the financial rigamarole from the marriage and the damn family pestering me for my attention. I promised Martina a few months reprieve before dumping them on her and that’s the way it is going to be. Go have a drink or some’at and allow us to talk. Won’t be long. And you can leave your gear there.”

Vit and I walked into the bar area and he asked if I wanted anything. “Tea would be lovely.”

We took a seat at a table and thanked the waitress for her prompt attention. I asked, “What do you think?”

“Hmm?”

“What are our chances?”

“We have the jobs, the ‘discussion’ was merely a formality.”

“That’s good?”

“Hm … yes. For our purposes.”

“Then why the look? Yes, that one. The one that has a line between your brows.”

He snorted. “Baird is … changed. Rigs warned me but I did not take him seriously enough.”

“The mother-in-law could freeze anyone. Or perhaps it is the wife.”

Vit shook his head. “Rigs said the wife used to be the type of woman Baird would spent time with and drop quickly. But when she got pregnant, she didn’t tell him. It was only his secretary guessing why she left abruptly.”

“Oh dear, he’s romantic?”

“No, not as you mean. But family is important to him. He is older than the wife. I think he has simply decided to … try … to settle down. And yes, Donna Giordano has had a certain influence all around. It is why Rigs was thinking of leaving.”

“Was?”

“Few are hiring and those that are, are having many applicants for one job. And they are not paying well. Rigs says that the pay on board the yacht is equal to the compensation on similar ships. We are being called,” he said after a look beyond my shoulder.

Luckily we had just finished our cups or we would have had to leave them behind. We were offered the jobs. Compensation isn’t as good as it was with the Marchands, but the perks are similar. Free room and board and all but personal expenses paid for, including a per diam while we are off the ship caring for the children. All living arrangements, visas as necessary, meals, and we were also given a clothing allowance for uniforms. Apparently, that was the only complaint that Donna Giordano had. We received instructions on what our uniforms were to be and where to purchase them, then she sailed out accompanied by a man I hadn’t noticed … apparently their driver.

Mr. Baird shook our hands. “You’ve got tomorrow and then the next you need to be aboard ship. Bloody much to do with the kids coming aboard. Here’s Barney’s direct line. Sat phones are finally back up and running. Let us know if you run into any problems. Barney is also be the one to reimburse your expenses. And a word … Martina’s mother’s bite is as bad as her bark, problem is she tends to bite with no warning. Stay on her good side so I don’t have to go looking for another damn tutor. Wasted enough time as it is.” He hurried off when there was an imperious toot on their car’s horn.

We walked back and could tell the guard at the warehouse entrance that we’d been hired and wouldn’t need transportation the day they were moving everyone. We had to show the preliminary contract, and then Vit placed a call to “Barney” for confirmation, but after that it was mere formality.

We barely had enough space to sit, and nearly had to do it sitting on our gear. People had spread out in our absence and weren’t interested in moving. Quietly we discussed our immediate finances and then made a list of what we will need to purchase tomorrow. Vit slowly tipped over and whispered, wake me when you are finished writing.

We’ve been taking turns at night to keep people from thinking they can take advantage of us. Sticky fingers going through the belongings of others. I am finished writing but I’ll give Vit a little longer to sleep before I wake him. Tomorrow is going to be a hectic day.
 

Kathy in FL

Administrator
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May 9th – Dover, England

Heard from three of the family today but I’ll get to that in a bit. Vit woke me early and I thought it was my turn to guard but instead there was an unexpected change in plans. Local authorities were moving everyone out of the warehouse and were splitting everyone up. We later heard that there had been some organizing by some of our fellow immigrants and they’d actually created a committee and chosen a spokes person. The authorities didn’t want a riot and apparently that had been an unspoken threat. Some in the group would be dropped on the doorstep of their country’s embassy and others were shifted to a more secure facility. Since Vit and I had already proven we had someplace to go we weren’t required to leave … but we couldn’t remain in the warehouse either.

Vit solved that problem by calling Barney. Barney arranged for a room for us in Greenwich if we returned there for the night and couriered some important papers that Mr. Baird was waiting for. Vit accepted and so our day formally started.

Following the directions, we were given we arrived at a uniform shop. The color scheme was to be black and white and we had to keep in mind that some areas we would be in did not allow uncovered knees or shoulders. Vit was fitted for three pairs of black slacks and one pair of white, three white wicking and quick dry shirts and two white button-down shirts, one with long sleeves and one with short, and a black blazer to accompany the boys to dinner in. I was fitted for two black pairs of slacks, two black pairs of capris, one black skirt that is knee length and one black skirt that is tea length. All of the tops chosen for me were in various styles but with one thing in common, they were painfully white. We each got two pairs of shoes … one black and one white, both Sperry boat shoes. When that was finally finished, we stepped across the street to another store and purchased our underclothing. I got several pairs of no-show socks for Vit in his preferred black and for me I got nude no-shows and two pairs of nude nylons.

“Vit?”

“Yes?” he asked as he tried not to show how irritated and tired he was becoming.

“Should we pick up toiletries or will they have them on the yacht?”

He sighed. “This will not be like on the Viking. We are truly members of the crew and will be treated as such.”

“I understand. That’s why I was asking. If we need personal supplies we should just go ahead and pick them up at that discount store over there – I guess it is a local dollar store type place. And then get to the bus station. Or if you’d prefer, you can sit here with our luggage and packages and I’ll run in myself. Just tell me what you want.”

He nearly objected then agreed. “You must think I am turning into an old man.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Most other men would be prostrate while you are up and moving around and carrying packages. Neither one of us have had a good night’s sleep in a week. Let’s try and get to sleep early tonight. We have an early morning again tomorrow.”

He grunted in agreement and I took my backpack off and left it with him while I disappeared inside a UK’s version of the Dollar Store. I picked up tubes of toothpaste, extra toothbrushes, tooth floss, aloe vera gel, a tube of zinc, and one of sunscreen. I picked up deoderants, body wash, and gel to tame our manes. Disposable razors and shaving lotion. I got several packets of bobby pins and rubber bands to deal with my hair and got both of us an additional brush and comb. I got two months worth of feminine hygiene products. I got a package of safety swabs in the baby care section and I decided they would have to do. I got spot remover since we would be wearing so much white. And with a memory of how the Magic Backpack bridged the earliest days with the brothers I looked around and purchased some healthy snacks like dried fruit, nuts, and similar snacks.

I came out with two reusable grocery bags full right as Vit was growing worried. When he saw what I carried he blinked. “Er … Veta?”

“This will prevent us from having to go without or restock while we are trying to deal with three children in a busy city. And we at least know we got a bargain this way.”

“Ah … moya skromna druzhyna.” [my frugal wife]

We walked to the bus station to be turned away. Vit was growing angry until we heard, “Oy! Dymtrus, that you? Rigs was saying you’d be coming back aboard. And this is the Missus is it?”

“Farnell?! Last I heard you’d gone to take care of your mother.”

“Did. She passed on. Left me at loose ends. Couple months back I took up with Baird again after swearing I never would. Best damn choice. Pardon my language Mum.”

I smiled and then stepped a little closer to Vit. The man before us was short yet had a huge personality. He was also loud.

“Look, some of us are going to London, share the ride? It’ll make it cheaper all around.”

“Would Farn but we’ve got our luggage to deal with.”

“No problem Mate. It’s a van and if you don’t mind kipping it under your feet it should fit.”

I had hoped that Vit would get to rest on the bus, but it seems being in the presence of his former shipmates lifted his spirits. They were a loud and playful group except for one man who, after one rut in the road, spit out a particularly icy commentary on the driver’s lineage … in Russian. I tried to ignore what I’d heard but Vit wouldn’t let it pass.

“Moya druzhyna hovorytʹ rosiysʹkoyu, ty idiot.”

After giving me a surprised look up and down he nodded and said, “My pardon.”

I nodded with a small smile and said, “Thank you.”

That’s when they started asking about how we’d met and when we’d married. We had to go through two security stops but in about an hour and a half they dropped us off right at the King William Hotel where we had a room for the night. It was tea time but we were taken right to our room. I nearly whimpered with relief to find it had an en suite bathroom. Vit saw my longing and told me to go ahead and take it first and I was just putting my foot under the spray when my cellphone rang. Vit said it was so surprising he stared at it for two rings before answering it.

It was Dylan … and Derrick and Angie who had descended on Dylan demanding that he tell them everything he knew. And then demanded that he at least try to call. And surprisingly made the connection.

Since we didn’t know how long the call would survive the monitors we had to speak quickly. I was gratified that the first question they asked was if Vit was all right.

“Yes. Thank you. And I have made sure that Veta is safe.”

“Of course,” Angie said like there was never any doubt causing Vit to blink. “Now tell us what this mad scheme is that you texted us.”

In as few sentences as possible we explained that Byron Baird was Vit’s former employer and that he’d remarried and was desparate for the same kind of set up as we had with the Marchands. Only it was his personal yacht rather than a cruise ship. We were to leave Southampton on the 11th of May and complete the trip on June 9th, hopefully giving Dylan some breathing room to make other travel arrangements.

Angie was upset at first until Dylan said, “Damn that is excellent.”

Derrick was appeased when Dylan said he already had the particulars on Baird – to which I squawked in outrage and was summarily ignored by everyone including Vit. And Angie calmed down when I told her that we’d been eating properly, were in a hotel for the night, and had managed to find a uniform store to pick up what we needed for the job.

“You are as good as Momma at sniffing out a sale,” she said, surprising me with the praise. She also told us that Charlie had picked up the trunks and other luggage and it was in surprisingly good shape all things considered. Even the wine arrived with nary a broken bottle. Everything was already in the wine cellar, even the trunks and our luggage. “I did open them Hon when I saw the customs tape on the lock but apparently all they did was inspect the contents, stick a card in there that they’d done it, and closed it back up and then taped the zipper pulls.”

Vit and I were relieved by her news and even more relieved when Dylan said the courier had delivered his load as well and it was sitting in his safe for when we arrived. Charlie asked that it be stored there rather than at his home because he hadn’t finished securing things as much as he wanted yet.

The phone cut off abruptly in the middle of our goodbyes and we realized it was exactly fifteen minutes from pick up to hang up. Vit surmised that they’d automated the time limit rather than allow the lines to be monopolized.

I finished my shower … but only after getting some company … and now Vit is asleep and I need to reach that same state. I was happy to hear everyone in the family had made it through the worst of the nastiness. It had disturbed me to hear Angie near tears, it made me think the worst but she is simply stressed and worried. I didn’t get a chance to ask about Lena so I’ll do that once we are settled onboard the yacht. For now it is enough to hear on the news that there have been so many arrests in the last couple of days that the Immigrant movement has been gutted of its leadership. Everything has gone quiet and I am praying it stays that way.
 

Kathy in FL

Administrator
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May 10th – Dover, England

What a day this has been. I wish I had taken the time last night to combine and condense all our purchases into as few bags as possible. As it was I woke up at 4:00 am thinking about it and doing my best not to wake up Vit I rose, dressed, and took things into the bathroom to try and do a proper job of it. His alarm went off at 5:00 am and he was a little angry I hadn’t woken him up sooner.

“You needed the sleep.”

“Nii.”

“Yes. You did. You were shot. You’re probably still slightly anemic. We haven’t gotten much of a chance to eat properly despite you walking as far as necessary to bring something back we could share. You …”

“Enough,” he said with a sigh. “What your brats will say …”

“They better say nothing. I can’t even imagine but one or two of them possibly being able to cope with everything we’ve been faced with with as much dignity and patience as you have. Besides, they aren’t here, we are. They better not judge us.”

“Veta … Kokhana …”

I giggled just to throw him off the hamster wheel he was trying to climb on and told him, “None of that. You know too well how to distract me. Just tell me what, if any, of these snacks you want for today. I’ll put those in an outside zipper pocket so we can get to them without having to dig through everything else. Your carry on is stuffed, but thankfully it has wheels.”

He let me blow on passed so I knew he was too tired to stay angry. That worried me more than his unusual bought of morning crankiness did.

The room came with a continental breakfast that started at 5:30. There wasn’t much variety but we did manage a couple of hard-boiled eggs, juice, and toast with black currant jelly. It would have been nice to have taken a to-go cup of tea but we lacked the hands to carry them. I did fill our water bottles and that was sufficient for a while. We also retrieved the courier packet for Barney that had been delivered overnight to the concierge’s desk.

Out travel was slightly manic from that point forward. First, we took the Thameslink at Greenwich at 6:17 am and got off at London Bridge at 6:27 am. We changed at London Bridge and took the train to London Waterloo East at 6:45 am and got off at 6:49. From there we had to walk from London Waterloo East to London Waterloo for the 7:10 train. I worried about looking ridiculous with all our luggage, but we didn’t look out of place. I got the feeling that far too many people were merely walking from point to point looking for a place to stay for a night or two at a time to avoid deportation.

We got off the train at Basingstoke at 7:56 am and onto the train to Bournemouth at 8:10 am. Then we got off the train at Southampton Central at 8:44 am. I was nearly sick with nerves by then. The stares, some of them unfriendly, the further we got from London was unnerving. Unbeknownst to us two other crew members had been on the train with us, just a couple of cars forward. They hailed Vit and then shook hands welcoming him back into the fold so to speak.

“Rigs?” Vit asked sardonically.

The two men laughed. “No. Paula. She … er … was shocked you’d gotten a missus.”

Vit’s lips thinned and I noticed while one of the men continued to laugh the other became more circumspect. “How do you do? I’m Coleman Dobbs, the kid here is Perry Patel. And you’re the new Missus Dymtrus.”

“Mr. Dobbs,” I said with a nod and grin trying not to ask was there an old Mrs. Dymtrus. The man he called “the kid” was younger but I didn’t think that much younger. I found out later that Mr. Dobbs is older than he looks and Mr. Patel younger by the same measure.

Mr. Dobbs suggested we share a car. Turns out his cousin has a van service and if I didn’t mind sitting in the back on some boxes we could all ride free. Vit was going to sit on the boxes but after seeing the size of the space I whispered, “Sit with them and try and find out what you can so we aren’t walking in blind.”

He knew I was schmoozing him a bit but he also realized that I was the better suited between the two of us to fit in the small area, specially once our luggage and the other men’s duffle bags were added. We arrived a little frazzled but everything worked out, especially after Vit insisted on at least paying Mr. Dobb’s cousin something as it saved us a lot of trouble and time.

Squinting and looking at something Vit said, “She looks different.”

Mr. Dobb’s nodded. “Got an overhaul, upgrades, and redecorated. Oy, and look here, we can ride with the supplies. Er … give us a hand?”

Vit nodded and it wasn’t until later that I realized it must have been some kind of test to see if Vit was going to let his new position go to his head or if he was still going to be one of the crew. I was the unknown but when I wanted to help they looked at each other helplessly. Vit said, “It will be faster with three. Watch everyone’s gear.

It took a half hour to load the last of it. Vit turned to find me observing a self-important pelican. “Veta?”

I cocked an eyebrow and said, “I swear the silly thing looks like he is about to break out in Hamlet’s soliloquy. And the gulls beside him look like they are about to declare ownership of the contents of our bags … or mark them as their territory. Perhaps it might be a good idea to get this aboard as well?”

Vit was grinning but the other two men were trying not to appear as if they are questioning my sanity. I told them, “Don’t mind me. It’s relief. I knew Vit would come up with a solution, but he outdid himself. And now I’ve met several of his former shipmates and can put faces to names of the stories he told.”

Mr. Dobbs recovered first and laughed, “Oh now we’re at a disadvantage and he’ll have to tell us stories of you.”

I looked at Vit and winked. “Please leave out the part where the slightly deranged penguin developed an attachment to me. And play down when the baby caiman fell in the canoe, it makes me sound much braver than I actually am.”

I was trying to not show just how nervous I was but Vit could feel me shaking when he helped me into the tender so we could head out to the yacht. I’d finally figure out which ship they were referring to. The O’Meg isn’t a ship or yacht … it’s a floating mansion. Once on board my impression was further reinforced by Perry who insisted on showing us around after we found out the children will not arrive until tomorrow.

To start with the ship is 82.5 meters in length. That’s huge even for a large yacht. Then there are 15 guest cabins in addition to the crew’s quarters. That allows for up to 30 guests and 28 crew at one time though they said it was rare to have that many overnight guests at a time.

Mr. and Mrs. Baird will have the Master’s Suite. Donna Giordano will have one of the VIP cabins. The three teens have each been assigned their own twin cabin. The nanny and Baby Baird have their own twin cabin that has had a crib installed in it. Vit and I were surprised to be assigned one of the the twin cabins as well as part of our compensation. He expected us to bunk with the crew. Perry, a little freer with the gossip than I thought prudent explained, “No skin off their nose. We’re not expected to take on any large number of guests this trip. They should have given you a double cabin but I heard the First Mate saying it is because they wanted you near the brats.” It took me a moment to realize when he said “brats” he didn’t mean brothers.

“You’ve met the children?” I asked.

“Not the other two. Aiden I have. He’s not so bad to tell the truth but when we get a lot of kids on the ship, there’s always trouble.”

I looked at Vit who looked resigned and I said, “There’s always push ups and sit up for the boys. I’ll have to see what is proper for the girl.”

Vit snorted. “Or we can just institute the threat of dance lessons.”

That necessitated explaining the story to Perry who got a real chuckle out of it as it was a similar threat his grandmother made to him a couple of times as a boy. Having been in his company for several hours now, I can understand why.

With the cabins currently filled that leaves three VIP cabins, five double cabins, and crew quarters for 28. So that means the ability to take on roughly 18 to 20 more guests. Vit did confirm that family members and guests will be coming and going during the cruise but not a lot of overlap so the ship will never be at maximum capacity.

The other features that I took note of – not that I expect to utilize them – is an exercise room that doubles as a media room with a large screen tv; there’s a salon and “Paula” is the resident technician for that area (and she also does for the crew as well); there are two main salons with one of them doubling as a music room and the other with a small library; there are multiple dining areas including one that will seat 30 guests at one time if reconfigured. The galley is quite frankly much larger than I expected but since it serves as the crew’s dining area as well as the cook area that is enough reason for it. There are several leisure spaces around the decks but again, I don’t expect to really to utilize them. The ship’s guidance and controls struck me as something that wouldn’t look out of place on a technologically advanced space ship.

Perry had to go on duty so someone else could take some time ashore and Vit and I went to get our gear and put it away. We met Mr. Dobb’s on the way and he said, “In your cabin already. If your Missus can handle it, see if you can give me a hand with this damn paperwork. I can’t tell where half this stuff originated.”

Vit looked at it and then said, “Veta?”

I looked where he pointed. “Some of this is Greek. Er … good grief … I think it says frozen octopus, olive oil, and several bottles of … it looks like ouso. Good heavens, the handwriting really is terrible. Let’s see … herbs, cheese, yogurt, sausages, and … what … ugh … I think it says baklava. Sorry, does that help?”

Mr. Dobbs laughed and clapped Vit on the shoulder causing him to wince noticeably. “What’s this?”

I looked at Vit and all he would say to Mr. Dobbs was, “I’ll tell you on the way.”

After they left and the door to the cabin closed, I turned to stare at the pile in the middle of the floor. It wasn’t getting put away with me just looking at it, so I set to. I was relieved to see we had an en suite bathroom, so I started with organizing our toiletries and personal needs. I left what I could packed in the appropriate containers … I left my make up in my make up bag, all my hair doodads I left in that bag, I left Vit’s shaving items in his ditty bag, etc. The shower items I put on the tiny shelf near the mirror.

Then I went to the clothes. I was happy to find an under the bed storage area where I put all of our “extra” from supplies to clothing. I put our daily clothes/uniforms on the hangers in the small closet, shoes in the bottom of the closet, our underclothes in the dresser. I put our electronics in the bedside table. Set up our charging station and then started making notes to ask Vit … for starters how did we do our laundry on the ship and what about meals. Neither of us had eaten since early morning and if Vit wasn’t hungry I was. Lastly, I found an out of the way location for the violin in its case.

I was in the middle of considering whether to sneak a snack when there was a knock. It was Vit. “Why did you knock?”

“Habit,” he said. “Are you hungry?”

“How did you know?”

“Because I am starving,” he said finally giving me a grin. Looking around he said, “Different from before.”

I shrugged. “We’re together, that’s all I care about.”

What he was going to say to that I don’t know because Perry came bouncing down the hallway. “C’mon. I’m starving. Nicco is clearing out the freezers so it should be a good mess.”

Vit seemed to know what he was talking about so I just followed along. I noticed bandages under edge of the shirt he was wearing so I suspected someone had looked at his injuries. I found out later that it was true. The yacht employs a full-time medic and it was he that cleaned and properly dressed things, and relieved my mind when he said there was no infection.

The mess was both the location where we ate and what appeared on my plate. I’d call it a casserole but that might be too highbrow. It was good, just carb-loaded and sat like a brick in my stomach after so many days of irregular meals. We were heading back to the cabin when Vit was haled.

“Dymtrus! The kids’ luggage just arrived onboad. Think you can give us a hand?”

We both did, much to the temporary surprise of some of the crew. I’m still trying to figure out what they think I am though I got a bit of the picture from “Paula” when she came to inspect my work and revealed that I was not Vit’s “type.”

“And what type would that be?”

“Oh you know. Leggy dancers. Busty waitresses.”

“Hmm. Then no, I am not Vit’s usual type,” I told her with a knowing grin. She blushed a little and backtracked before going back to her station and I did my best not to scratch her eyes out since she was tall, leggy, and busty all at the same time … and she knew it. I had to force myself to accept that Vit had a life before we met in London, as did I. I’m more than sure he wouldn’t want to be compared to Robert every time he turned around so I hope I can impress on him that I really don’t want to know about leggy dancers and busty waitresses in every port.

Putting away the children’s luggage gave me a feel for their personalities, or pieces of it. Everything was almost painfully neatly packed leading me to believe someone else had done it for them. The boys were of average size for their age and seemed to prefer active wear for casual clothes but they also had several sets of clothing that would pass for a semi-formal dinner or even shore clothes in some of our destinations which in case I haven’t mentioned is the Mediterranean.

What gave me a brief pause was that each suitcase had a slim, wooden box that contained an expensive, framed picture of Jesus sitting surrounded by children, and a Crucifix. I wondered what to do with them, then with a little investigation I discovered that sections of the walls were metal so rather than put holes in the walls I determined at the first opportunity to get heavy duty magnets.

The girl seems small for her age … and perhaps young for it as well given the clothes I was seeing. She also likes to read if the Kindle well-wrapped and hidden in a secret pocket inside the lining of her carryon was any indication. Why she would need to hide it like that I will have to investigate. I am leaving it in there for now and see how she reacts. It was difficult to get a feel for the child otherwise because except for the hidden Kindle everything else was generic and had no personality, not even the clothes most of which could have passed for school uniform pieces. There weren’t even any bows or hair barrettes to indicate color preference or hair style. At least in the boys’ toiletries there had been hair gel. For the girl, nothing.

At “evening mess” I could tell Vit was exhausted and wondered how to ask when we would be off duty without sounding like I was complaining. But I didn’t have to ask. The First Mate came into the area and said, “Tomorrow the family arrives. Skeleton crew on tonight. Security … you should know who you are and who you report to. Dymtrus, you introduced your wife to everyone yet?”

I felt like I was in school. Especially when the man stumbled over my name. “Veta is what I go by. It might get silly calling both of us Dymtrus.” I think it was at that moment that Vit realized I was taking his name.

Once we made it back to the cabin Vit said, “Are you certain?”

“Certain of what?” I asked on the non sequitir.

“Dymtrus. I don’t know if that is even my name.”

“Of course it is your name. Even if you weren’t born with it you’ve made the name yours and treated it with honor. Everyone that I have met seems to think well of you. Even our employer whom I didn’t expect to particularly care for.”

He was silent for a moment before taking me in his arms and kissing me … then switching the subject. “Baird has … changed. Or at least has done so superficially. It is the impression of the crew that he really means to make the marriage work.”

“A love match?”

“Nii. Or at least not like in a television show. But I am told there is respect there, and not just for their wealth or position. They like each other which seems to be the more important.” He looked to the bed. “You do not mind?”

“We fit. But if it bothers you …”

“Nii,” he said clearing his throat. “I … went to a pharmacy. But I would still prefer to wait until there is no audience so close by, especially children. A first time deserves privacy … and preparation.”

I blushed but was somewhat relieved at the same time. I had begun to wonder a bit if we’d ever get to that part of out relationship. I didn’t tell him that of course. It sounds so crude and demanding. I don’t want him to think I’m questioning him or our marriage. “I follow your lead,” was all I told him and it seemed to satisfy him. It also seemed to take the last bit of real energy he had. I told him to go shower and go to sleep.

“The showers will be different here on the yacht. The supply of fresh, hot water will not be endless.”

I nodded at what should have been commonsense for me to realize. It also made me realize I should have picked up a couple cans of dry shampoo. I joined him … to conserve water of course … but also to get a good look at his new, waterproof bandages. He was waiting for me to say something but all he got was a look and a question of whether he wanted some ibuprofen. He did and I let it go. I also let him go to sleep first while I caught up on my thoughts on this day. I should sleep but my brain is still spinning. So many changes in such a short time and most have not sunk in to become real.
 

Kathy in FL

Administrator
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May 11th – Southampton, England (Part 1)

Another full day. This morning I finally received our itinerary and nearly freaked. I knew it was the Mediterranean, but I had no idea what that would really mean even looking at a map. The countries we will visit are Italy, Greece, Turkey, Montenegro, Croatia, Albania, Manaco, France, and we end in Spain. Lucky for us we both still have enough pages remaining in our passports. Visas are also taken care of, the few needed, by Barney who I finally met. “He” is a “she” and reminds me a great deal of Miss Hayworth though not quite as friendly. Vit said the woman is an acquired taste for some but he’d never had problems with her. He doubted that I would either as she prefers people who are organized, he added while looking at the file of lesson ideas that I’d already started once I had the ship’s schedule.

I don’t believe there is an ounce of excess body fat on Barney so where she gets her energy from is anyone’s guess. She is never still, or I’ve not observed it, and I’ve had a great deal to do with her most of the morning. Her pixie hair cut would be cute if the face below it didn’t appear so capable and the eyes so steely. The eyes match her iron-gray hair. The only one that she truly showed affection for by tone or action is Mr. Baird. The woman’s proper name is Bernadette B.B. Barnett but the look in her eye when I saw the name plate dared me to actually call her that. When I told her my full name - Yelysaveta Krystiyan Anastasya Bohdana Petric Dymtrus – she nearly broke a smile when she agreed it was a predicament as bad as hers though she refused to reveal her two middle names. It was she that gave me the itinerary and explained a few more personal facts about the family.

Byron “Ronnie” Baird is fourth in line to a Scottish earldom but doesn’t look to inherit because he has three cousins ahead of him that are all recently married and planning to start families of their own; plus his mother was American and disliked by his father’s family. Mr. Baird has dual citizenship and prefers traveling to remaining at the family estate due to the family dynamics. Another reason his father’s family dislikes him is that he is wealthier than they are, significantly so (Barney said with pride) having a talent for investments from the time he was a teenager and saddled with his father’s debts at his death. Mr. Baird is now in his mid-40s and enjoys the fruit of his labors very much.

Mr. Baird’s wife is the former Martina Giordano; once upon a time socialite and “influencer” for the young and rich elites, or for those that aspired to that status. Family members sometimes call her Marty which she no longer is amused by as she is trying to leave her high flyer days behind. I was to call her Mrs. Baird when anyone was around but she may ask for more informality after she gets to know me. Mrs. Baird prefers to have a family-like relationship with upper servants (didn’t that term nearly turn my eyeballs inside out) but she would let me know when she was ready for that. She’s near thirty but it is hard to tell which side. The plastic surgery she had when she was in her late teens is having an unfortunate effect as her face ages. She is embarrassed by it and will, most likely, need more plastic surgery to correct the asymmetry that is forming.

The mother-in-law I had already met. Donna Eleonora Romano Giordano. “Donna” is not her name but her honorific. She is an untitled Italian noblewoman … from a Venetian line as if that somehow makes a difference. I would have thought Florence was a better point of origin as that is where the Medici family started. Those that know their history understand what I mean. As it is, “Don” is the male version of her honorific and I can’t help but think of the Godfather movies. The woman appears to be very much a female Vito Corleone, just without the man’s girth as she is very tall, regal, and lean.

The twelve-year-old girl (Edda) and one of the thirteen-year-old boys (called Al by everyone except the Donna who calls him by his proper name of Alfio) are Mrs. Baird’s wards. They were her older sister’s children. I have been instructed not to mention the sister. She’s dead and there was a significant scandal and that’s all I’ve been told. The children have been with Mrs. Baird long enough that they call her Mama … emphasis on the second syllable. Donna Giordano is known as Grandmama … but only when spoken to first. “Grandmama” operates old-style where children are rarely seen and even more rarely heard. Mrs. Giordano is not that strict but dares not directly confront her mother. Sounds like a mess to me.

The other thirteen-year-old boy, Aiden, is Mr. Baird’s only biological child. The other children that Vit met on the ship – and did not have paritucularly kind things to say about – were either step children, children of his mistresses, or some of his cousins’ children of which there appears to be a profusion. Aiden’s mother and Mr. Baird are … hmmm … not on good terms. I was given to understand that I was not to speak of her either. Mr. Baird now has full custody of Aiden and that is all I am told that I need to know about the subject. Well, goodness. As if I want to know all the sordid details. Ick.

The two boys attend a private boarding school together and are best friends – and are how Mr. and Mrs. Baird originally met. Edda attends a convent school of The Donna’s choosing. However, she is not satisfied with the girl’s progress in the arts. Academics she could care less about apparently because Edda’s marks are exemplary and she appears advanced in all of the sciences and mathematics that she has been allowed to take. She outgrew her teachers last year and this year appears to have been allowed to progress through independent study. I got the feeling from Barney that she is brilliant with a sad lack of personality of any kind as a result. Something makes me suspect that the adults around her are simply looking in the wrong direction for personality, or don’t recognize it when they see it.

The infant has a nanny, a young Italian girl Barney said was named Sofia Rossi. Barney does not seem to think very highly of her, but that may be because she wasn’t the one that employed her. She was chosen by Donna Giordano. Barney seems to think that I will need to keep an eye on the nanny as much as the children, and not to be surprised if I am asked to help out with the baby who as it turns out is a girl who is named Eleonora (called Ellie by everyone except her grandmother).

Barney spoke plainly and told me, “You’ll have to be careful. Sofia isn’t as bad as I had originally feared but she doesn’t have any professional training. She’s the niece of one of Mrs. Baird’s former upper servants. She’s a fair babysitter but being a full-time nanny 24/7 has her showing some wear and tear. I caught her trying to get Paula to give her a break last time they were on board. The baby was only four months old at the time … she’s six months now … and it is a well-known fact Paula thinks babies are possessed until they are out of toddlerhood.”

Nearly choking I said, “Beg your pardon?”

Barney snorted. “Paula has some unfortunate, odd beliefs. Ignore them. The rest of us do. Just watch out for the girl. She’s not bad, just too young for the responsibilities being asked of her. She doesn’t get enough supervision either.”

“Not that it is any of my business but is the family … er … aware?”

“And making excuses. Since it is what Donna Giordano wants …” She left the statement hanging so I gathered that woman tends to get what she wants regardless of whether she should or not.

For instance, I am expected to have a teaching plan ready for The Donna to review first thing in the morning. Really? Really?! I just got the blasted itinerary this morning. And have been meeting and helping the children all afternoon. If not for Vit’s calming influence I think I would have come completely unstitched at several seams today.

The children arrived a bit before tea time. It sounded like a herd of water buffalo coming down the hall. Knowing what it likely presaged I stepped out and waited until my presence got their attention.

“How do you do? I am your teacher. You may address me as Miss Veta. I know you are Edda. Which of the two of you are Al and which one Aiden?”

“I’m Al.”

“I’m Aiden.”

“Hmmm. Are you certain you want to stick with that story?”

They looked at each other and then grinned like it had been worth a try and confessed to their correct identities. They asked me how I knew and I said, “I didn’t. But I have a lot of experience with brothers and nephews. By the way, I’m the youngest of over a dozen siblings and numerous foster siblings. You won’t shock me … but I may shock you with my … let’s call it creative responses if your aim is to get on my last nerve. Hmmm?”

When they were trying to figure out if I was fooling or not I added, “This is a large ship but the passage ways are narrow and your voice and the way you are carrying yourselves are too loud. And running in the passageways can create a hazard as there may be other people coming from the opposite direction. Please moderate you voices and behavior to accommodate your new surroundings to make it more pleasant for everyone.”

I don’t think they’d ever been so directly confronted by a teacher, perhaps by anyone, but I’d been listening to Barney who knew the family well – both her parents had worked for Mr. Baird and his father before him and her grandparents had worked in the Earl’s household ad nauseum back through the beginning of time from the sound of it. It was more what she didn’t say that I was working with. They were very different from Frankie, who’d I’d been trying not to think about and miss, and more like the first impression that I’d had of Nicholas. Somewhat spoiled, mischievous, mouthy, sports on the brain, but possibly not completely irredeemable. In short, like most thirteen-year-old males of my acquaintance. Vit is going to have his hands full I suspect. Or perhaps not.

Vit came striding down the hallway dressed in one of his “uniforms” and asked, “Is there a problem?” Given the look on his face – one that told the boys he was measuring them and they were falling short – the boys straightened up and said, “No Sir.”

“Good. Come help bring the remainder of your luggage. The contents need to be properly stowed so that the cases can be removed for storage.” When they just blinked and looked at him, he cocked an eyebrow. “You have something to say?”

“We have to bring our own luggage to our rooms?”

“Cabins. And yes, unless you prefer to leave your cases on deck to be washed overboard when we sail. I assume you are old enough for such a task? Or do you have a nanny?”

That did it. After they left I turned to the girl. “Your luggage arrived yesterday. Do you have more?”

She shook her head yet lifted what looked like an athletic duffle at her feet. However, she said nothing.

“Hmm. Did you hear that my name is Miss Veta?”

She sighed and said, “Yes.” At a waiting look from me she said, “Yes ma’am.”

“Very good. I noticed that the boys were calling you Eddie. Which name do you prefer to go by?”

It took a moment but she whispered, “Edda.”

“Thank you for letting me know. Let’s look at your cabin and see if there is anything missing.”

Once inside I noticed she conspicuously failed to look at the carry on and then said, “I can unpack.”

“Excellent. Given the boys’ behavior I wasn’t sure what your normal abilities would be. It did not appear that you packed your suitcase.”
 

Kathy in FL

Administrator
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May 11th – Southampton, England (Part 2)

She sighed and shook her head. She gingerly opened the closet and dresser and I noticed her face was a little too blank. “Does something not meet with your approval?”

She shrugged.

“Edda?”

She sighed again. “Mama said she would get me different clothes, but I guess Grandmama said no again.”

“I will ask Mrs. Baird if it was an oversight. I am given to understand she has been very busy. But I am here now, and part of my job is to see that you and your brothers are able to learn your lessons.” When she couldn’t make the connection I explained, “A person must be dressed and fed properly in order to feel … hmmm … to feel optimal. Feeling good means that your brain has more time to enjoy what you are giving it … in this case lessons.”

“You sound like Mama.”

“Your Mama is a smart woman.”

And with my luck Mrs. Baird and her mother would choose that moment to walk by and overhear our conversation. Edda seemed to shrink and I wondered a moment if Donna Giordano was a nasty piece. Mrs. Baird introduced herself and I wondered for a moment if I was supposed to curtsy or bow or something but inclined my head instead and said, “The pleasure is mine Ma’am.”

I let her take the lead. “Edda, let me see your clothes.”

I could see the woman’s lips thin but she sighed. “It is too late to rectify this. I will see what can be done in Rome. Someone did not follow my instructions.”

“They followed mine,” Donna Giordano said. “She is too young for the styles I see on so many girls her age. Look at what happened when I let you … and … your sister … have your way on this.”

Mrs. Baird sighed again. Not in defeat but like it was a disagreement they’d had before and Mrs. Baird was finding it difficult to find the energy to discuss it again.

Seeing the problem I said, “If I may?” They both blinked like a piece of the furniture had spoken. “You are both correct. The over sexualization of young girls these days is inappropriate,” I said with a nod of respect to the Donna. “Yet, girls particularly but boys as well, need to dress well to be their best. If the two of you feel the current wardrobe is best, perhaps accessories could be what is needed. It would also teach Edda how to change the style and repurpose an outfit for different social settings, how to tend to self-care, and the other things that young women should know before they reach a … hmmm … certain age.” The two women immediately understood I was alluding to the onset of puberty.

Mrs. Baird looked thoughtful and then looked at her mother. The Donna for her part was surprisingly considering what I had said. They left upon informing me they would be discussing it. They also stated that tea would be brought shortly.

I turned to find Edda looking at me like a new type of bug … an interesting bug. “How did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Get them to consider something.”

“Well, they seem very reasonable.”

“They aren’t though.”

“Hmm. You aren’t as young as you were when you went away to school. Perhaps they are simply recognizing that it is time to allow some minor experimentation. Otherwise you could grow to adulthood with no clue how to dress yourself appropriately for what your responsibilities will entail. If they do allow it, we must be careful to keep it tasteful and age-appropriate or they may jump in the opposite direction than you wish.”

There was a knock and a woman I did not recognize walked in with a small tea service … pot, two cups, two plates, and a few finger sandwiches. After the silent and starchy woman left Edda volunteered and said, “That’s Signorina Rizzo. She is Grandmama’s companion and secretary. She isn’t happy about having to do this kind of work but Grandmama hasn’t found anyone suitable yet to be my maid.”

“Ah. What does a … er … maid do for you?”

“Just stuff.” I cocked my eyebrow as I poured our tea and she got the message. “Stuff like getting the tea tray, cleaning up, ironing my clothes.”

“Well getting the tea tray may require some ingenuity, but aren’t you old enough to do the rest of it yourself?”

“Yes I am,” she muttered defiantly. “I do it at school. I don’t know why I have to have a maid here. All she’ll do is spy on me and tell Grandmama when I’m doing something inappropriate.”

“Do you often do things that are inappropriate?” I asked as if it were an ordinary question.

“It is not inappropriate to like to read. I won’t ruin my eyes.”

Beginning to understand I said, “Ah. Well you will be required to read for your lessons so we will endeavor to make sure there is adequate lighting.”

“Grandmama will make me read boring stuff.”

“Is that why you keep your Kindle put away?”

She froze and I said as kindly as possible, “I wasn’t snooping but it was I that emptied your luggage. I left the kindle in your carry on and it is hanging in the closet. So long as what you are reading is age-appropriate in content and it does not interfere with your studies or with adequate healthy exercise, I do not see why we need mention it again. I enjoy reading as well, I just don’t have the time for it these days.”

Reluctantly she asked, “What do you like to read?”

“The better question should be what don’t I like to read. I do not care for lurid romance novels though the occasional gothic sometimes meets my fancy. I am a fan of history and I enjoy biographies of historical figures from ancient to modern. I enjoy learning about the composers when I play their music as it gives me a feel for the notes as they meant them to be played.”

Obviously disappointed she said, “You play music.”

I smiled. “Yes. I learned as a child during some of my therapy sessions.”

“You … took therapy?”

“Yes,” I answered as I put another finger sandwich on her plate. “I was adopted and I came with some … issues. Mostly health related but I wasn’t very socially developed as a result of them. The therapies that helped me most were music and horses.”

“Grandmama wants me to play piano. It’s boring.”

“Perhaps you have simply not found your instrument, or your instructors didn’t reach you. What type of things do you like?”

She shrugged. I waited and she finally said, “I like science but I hate art.”

“But science and art are the same thing.”

“No they aren’t.”

“Please don’t contradict me in that tone. If you wish to debate a subject have reasons, don’t just emote.”

She blinked and our discussion proceeded from there. How all of the great artists in history were also scientists of their eras … chemical (creating paints from dyes and other compounds), geometry (particularly painters), biologists (surgery on the human body to better understand how the body moved so it could be sculpted or pained more realistically), engineering (as in the great da Vinci), mathematics (the great composers). At the same time I gently took care of the rats nest her hair was in and French braided it into compliance.

She sat and contemplated the new-to-her concept until the woman named Rizzo came to tell her that she was expected. When the woman left I asked, “Expected for what?”

“Inspection. I need to …” She stopped and stared at the mirror. “You did my hair. But you aren’t a maid.”

“No. But since you don’t need one at school, perhaps I can give you a few hints what to do to tame the mane and you can do it by yourself from now on … or at least have the choice. As you will note in the coming days, I prefer braids, but if you do not …”

“No! I … I like this,” she said feeling where I had started the braid at the top of her head and braided it down to a tail in the back. Her hair needed attention of the right kind, it had been mistreated enough that it was now frizzy and dry.

Ultimately it turned out that I was free for the night. As we sailed away, the children dined en familia and then went to bed early as they’d had a long trip, crossing several time zones. Vit and I dined in the mess on the leftovers of what the crew ate; some type of seafood pie. Vit stayed at the mess hall to socialize and get a better understanding of how things have changed on the ship since he was last employed on it. He said we also need to be visible and act like crew and not guests or family; or at least find a way to balance our positions within the tightly knit hierarchy that exists on a ship of that size. I on the other hand had a lot to do if I was going to present a cogent lesson plan first thing in the morning.

I believe I have been able to prepare something. It isn’t my best work, but it is certainly better than I had feared it would be. I am still nervous but not to the point of hyperventilating. Vit helped with that, but he also managed to do something else for me. He reached Derrick and Dylan.

Derrick told us both to be careful, that he was proud of us for finding a way even if it was different from what had been originally planned, and that they would continue working from their end to make sure we could get home at the end of our employment. Dylan said he was already on it, but he sounded frazzled and exhausted. He did say not to believe everything we saw on the news. Things are calm for now but mostly at the ground level and only because things were turning into “bread and circuses.” The average person might be invested in the idea of peace and quiet, but not everyone. And there is a lot of saber rattling going on at higher levels.

Vit’s phone plan and phone have not been very reliable. Mine on the other hand has never lost connection. He is leery about turning it off because even if it does save money, we would lose our redundancy. On the other hand, if the phone is unreliable, we may be without redundancy anyway. Once we get back to land we’ll see, until then the phone is off and in the drawer with our other electronics.

Our instructions are to let the children sleep in the morning. I got the feeling from the note that Barney left that it was so that Mr. and Mrs. Baird could have a lie-in as well. No such luck with Donna Giordano. I am expected promptly at 8 am. Mr. Baird will be meeting with Vit later in the day to discuss what he’d like to see for the boys’ schedule outside of lessons.

Vit has cracked his eye and beckoned me to put away my things and come to bed. I hope I don’t hit his arm.
 

Kathy in FL

Administrator
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May 12th – At Sea

Vit and I can survive this. It is only a month. Really, we can. Standing on our heads. Who I may not survive is Donna Giordano. She’s like a dementor from the Harry Potter books, sucking all the good feelings right out of you. The sad thing is I don’t even think she is doing it on purpose, or even realizes she is doing it.

Maybe it is cultural. Or maybe it is a psychological reaction to whatever happened in her own family. Either way it is a toss up whether she is heavy handed where she would gain more with a lighter approach, or oblivious where she needs to take more care and interest.

I have been given permission – reluctantly from the Donna’s perspective – to pick up accessories for Edda in the various ports. Barney liked the idea of the refillable EFT card. It will give her access to receipts immediately for her accounting. This way when there are expenses for the children we don’t have to deal with reimbursements. Mrs. Baird informed me later in the day that she will find a few clothing pieces for Edda as well at the first port which is Rome.

With that out of the way Donna Giordano proceeded to question nearly every section of my lesson plan. She insisted on knowing why this and why not that; questioned the necessity of flexibility so that lessons could still be covered even with a full day in port. Couldn’t even answer how she expected the children to maintain a rigid hourly schedule as if they were in a traditional classroom if at the same time she wanted them doing certain port excursions. She sniffed at the history and science lessons until I explained the concepts that I’d already started with Edda the day before … art and science are indelibly linked.

“Will you also teach this way with the boys?”

“I will need to meet with them one on one in order to determine their strengths and weaknesses. I have already been informed that Mr. Baird expects large doses of economics and business to be included in their lessons.”

The woman sniffed her disdain, apparently her favorite comeback when she doesn’t have a verbal one, but I also noticed she did not contradict Mr. Baird’s requirements. What she did demand is that I play for the children for at least fifteen minutes per day to instill music appreciation. “Mr. Dymtrus has said you are very talented. I wish to see it for myself. You will play for us this evening.” My word. And I thought Madam could be imperious, but Donna Giordano takes the cake.

I spent roughly forty-five minues with each child individually to assess their strengths and weaknesses, as well as their personal likes and dislikes. Aiden is his father’s mini-me. He is very clever, but he also seems to enjoy his fun … perhaps too much at times. Mr. Baird explained to Vit that he wanted that tendency watched carefully and any excesses nipped in the bud immediately; he doesn’t want the boy squelched, just redirected into more constructive paths. Aiden already assumes that he will be following his father into the family business and doesn’t understand why he has to study certain subjects. My answer to him was, “Because you do not wish your business contacts to assume you are ignorant. Nor do you want to open your mouth and prove them right. You need balance and a broad range of interests in order to converse with a wide variety of people.”

“You mean I’m going to have to read a lot of boring stuff like Eddie does.”

“My understanding is that she prefers Edda.” He grinned and it was confirmation that both boys enjoyed picking on their younger sister. “And there is no reason for you to be bored. I am not asking you to recite the alphabet forwards and backwards all day long. Give my methods a try and you might be surprised.”

Alfio was much the same though his disdain of his sister had a bit more meanness to it and that I will not tolerate. Some of his sourpuss attitude stems from the fact that he was not allowed to bring his gaming console with him and because Mr. Baird is even more strict than Donna Giordano when it comes to electronic devices. They aren’t even being allowed their phones on port days.

“It’s not like we can’t get a signal. Uncle Ronnie has the best set up. Even at sea Aiden and I could get a game of going with our friends and there was no lag at all. The signal is better than we got at school. It’s not fair. We are old enough to have our own phone and do whatever we want with it.”

Having a suspicion I asked, “Was something inappropriate found on your phone that you lost it?”

“Hmph. It wasn’t my fault that stupid girl sent me a picture of her … er … chest. She wanted me to help her pass science and thought that would be a down payment.”

“I hope you told her your help was more valuable than a cheap sext. Now moving along …”

By the shocked look on his face I realized that Al has a mouth on him and likes to shock others but doesn’t seem to realize that the door swings both ways. I can be just as plainspoken as he. I did however discuss the situation with Vit and he said that he’d already heard the details from Mr. Baird who appears to be more on top of the situation in his household than either Vit or I were expecting. When the girl failed to get Al to cheat for her, she lied and tried to get him in trouble, saying that he blackmailed her into doing it. Mr. Baird was prosaic and had spoken to the boys about the kind of behavior certain types of girls are capable of. And that some of his friends that automatically believed the worst or assisted in getting them in trouble are not the kinds of friends they should cultivate. He wants Vit to try and teach them to be more worldly wise and aware. Privileges has its benefits, but it also comes with potential problems … including being too naïve where reality is concerned. The loss of the electronics was more for their protection than it was for their punishment. Which made me understand there may be more than one reason why Edda was hiding her Kindle.

Edda, as I suspected, has a very high academic IQ. What she lacks is social skills … to the point of beginning to show anxiety issues. While I definitely empathize with her, I know for her own peace of mind we need to nip that in the bud or at least teach her how to cope with sometimes overwhelming emotions.

When I brought all three back together to discuss their lessons and the form they would take, as Al put it, “That’s not like any school I ever heard of.”

I said, “It is a form of experiential learning. Have you ever heard of unit studies?”

Edda tentatively raised her hand. The boys rolled their eyes at her. “Let’s get one thing straight right now,” I told them. “We are a team. On a sports team everyone works together for the success of all. You don’t win by singling out one of your own players and knocking them down. The most successful team encourages each other. I will not tolerate the three of you not getting along. Think of me and Mr. D as coaches. If you two want to be benched, keep that eye rolling and snarky attitude up and you’ll see how far it takes you.”

The boys blinked. Edda was watching and then slowly said to the boys, “Unit studies are like when you have sports camps at your school. You told me it isn’t just all running around on the field or doing those things … scrimmages. You also learn the history of sports, how it has changed, how to not get hurt, about famous sport figures. You learn lots of different stuff, but you are only playing one sport for the week.”

“That’s correct,” I confirmed. “And very interesting to hear that the method is making a comeback in the school system.”

Aiden said, “We don’t go to public school.”

“I am aware, but your school must still conform to education laws therefore it is part of the school system. Now let’s continue before we get too far off track. Rabbit trails can be interesting but I’d like to finish before tea so you can have a bit of free time. My understanding is Mr. D will be starting you on physical fitness tomorrow.”

“We can’t have PE here on the ship.”

“You will need to discuss that with him but I assure you it is indeed possible.”

I can tell the difference in the children already. Aiden is very secure, a good thing until it lets him get a little cocky. He can also be kind and supportive of Al, but I’ve noted him running too much interference for him on occasion. Al is secure so long as Aiden is there; alone his insecurities begin to appear and he tries to hide it with snarky disrespect masquerading as humor. That I do not find amusing in the least. It may work with his peers, it does not work with me. Edda is at the bottom of the pecking order in many ways and knows it. She accepts it too readily and plays the role that others have pigeon-holed her into. I don’t want to turn her into a rebellious child, but she needs to learn to stand up for herself sooner rather than later.

The only one that seems to notice the problem is Mr. Baird but I believe, with her being a girl, he is at a loss how to help her. I think he may be better at it than he thinks. The boys were again calling her Eddie – I’m not sure why that irks her and will have to find out – and then ran off to change for dinner. Mr. Baird was coming down the passageway and had caught the tail end.

“Ignore ‘em,” he told her. “When I was your age some of my school chums used to call me Ron Don Bear. Hated it. Still think it is too stupid to have been allowed. A couple of my cousins found out and started doing it to irritate me. Wasn’t until I stopped letting them see that it irritated me that they stopped. Took time and some of them still try to get my goat but the smart ones don’t try that too often.” He patted her shoulder. “If they’re smart the boys’ll grow out of it sooner rather than later. They’re getting to the age they’re going to start to notice girls – God help us all because the girls have already noticed them – and I’ll tell ‘em to watch out because girls will watch how they treat the other females in their lives, especially sisters.” He winked and walked on.
 

Kathy in FL

Administrator
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May 12th – At Sea (Part 2)

Edda watched him stride away and then we went into her cabin so I could neaten her hair. The unruly mess has a mind of its own and I really need to start showing her how to condition the frizz into submission. While I was rebraiding her hair she said, “Uncle Ronnie isn’t so bad … for a step dad I mean. He makes Mama happy when she used to be sad all the time when people weren’t looking.”

“Hmm. It is nice when you can find someone that helps you to be the best you that you can be … or makes you want to be the best you can be for the right reasons.”

She looked thoughtful the said, “Mama is my mother now, but she isn’t my first mother.”

“So I am given to understand,” I replied.

“They told you not to talk about her didn’t they.”

“Not as a direct order,” I said fibbing a bit. “It appears to be a painful topic.”

“For Grandmama. Al and I don’t care. I mean she didn’t care about us so why should we care about her. All she did was lie. She didn’t even admit to knowing who our fathers were and none of the men that said they might be our fathers passed the blood test. Her husband was supposed to be our father but when he didn’t pass the blood test he stopped wanting us and gave us to Mama to get us out of his house. We made him sad. Mama says that none of it matters except she is now blessed to be our mama. Do you think that is true?”

Having watched some of my siblings struggle with moving on from their past I explained, “My family is made up of a lot of people. Some of us siblings are adopted … I am … some are biological children of my parents … and some are foster siblings that were adopted, or not, but have always been treated by all of us as one of us. I mean we are all family regardless of where we started. For me, it isn’t that my beginnigns are unimportant, they are simply something that helped to form me, but not necessarily the most important part. My beginnings aren’t something I am ashamed of, the problems weren’t of my making or fault, but I have used them to make certain choices in my life … and my Momma and Poppa were instrumental in helping me with that.”

“Maybe,” she admitted tipping her hair this way and that to examine the new style of two braids instead of one. “Al remembers more than me, but not much. I don’t know why he is so angry about it, we’re better off.”

Another piece of the puzzle I thought.

“Boys learn about relationships with other females starting with their relationship with their mother.”

“But we have Mama now.”

“Perhaps Al is afraid of losing her the way he lost … er …”

“Her name was Patricia. She wasn’t very nice to people. They were only nice to her because she was rich because her father left her lots of money. The Sisters say that money corrupts and that must be why she was mean.”

“Not to be rude to the Sisters but the Scriptures say that it is the love of money that corrupts, not money itself. There’s a difference.”

“That’s what Uncle Ronnie says. Only he doesn’t care about being rude about the Sisters.”

“Hmm.”

I was wondering how to end the conversation gracefully when Edda said, “If you don’t mind maybe we won’t tell Grandmama what we talk about. Mama says she is old-fashioned on purpose and doesn’t always want to understand stuff. Mama lets me talk about Patricia sometimes but lately she’s been too busy with the baby.”

“That happens. I am the baby in my family and I kept my Momma very busy. Some of my siblings have a great deal to say on the subject but these days they can laugh about it. That wasn’t always the case however when they were younger. I was a lot of work.”

“You said you were sickly.”

“I was but I also had other issues. Like I was scared of people. It took me a long time before I would deal with some things and … well it made my life more difficult than it needed to be. I was lucky I had a family who cared, but they couldn’t do the work for me. Had I started younger it would have been better.”

We were both startled by loud knocking on the cabin door. “Geez aren’t you ready yet Eddie?! You’ve only got so much to work with and the sooner we get this over with the sooner we can eat!”

I opened the door and the two boys backed up. “I believe I have mentioned the volume of your voices once already. This is twice.” I gave them to understand by my look they did not want to make it a third time. I’m painfully grateful for the last year’s experience with both Frankie and Nicholas as I have a feeling it is going to come in handy. “And your rudeness to your sister is not a good way to practice your manners. Would you treat a girlfriend so shabbily?”

They turned red with horror at the very idea … of a girlfriend that is, and that I’d mention the subject with others coming down the hallway. I cocked my eyebrow and Aiden at least understood that I intentionally chose a bit of retribution for their behavior and that I was capable of more unless their behavior improved. Clever boy.

Edda came over and said, “Mama says that they’re just boys being boys.”

“While I do agree with Mrs. Baird, boys are supposed to grow into men, and they at least initially appear to be of an age they need to start practicing that behavior. If you wish to allow your brothers to escort you to the salon I will follow once I retrieve my violin.”

She looked at them like she was considering it and then said, “Yes please.”

“Very good. I will not be long.”

I picked a technically sophisticated first piece to play in company. It was one that I learned while playing with the String Trio on the Viking Sun. Biber’s Mystery Sonatas. It was written specifically for a violin and would showcase my skills for the Donna. To please the other adults I played a cover of Despacito. I finished with one that Frankie had enjoyed, the American reel titled Dancing Bear. That totaled almost exactly twenty minutes.

I was putting the violin in its case when Al came over and poked at it. I gave him the eye but he said, “How is that different than the stupid piano.”

I could hear the Donna’s teeth grinding from across the room. I responded, “Hmm, piano’s are inanimate objects and in and of themselves cannot be stupid. But if you are asking how playing the piano and playing the violin are different we can start with while they are both technically string instruments, the sound from the piano comes from the strike of the hammers on the strings and the sound from a violin primarily comes from drawing a bow across the strings.”

“Okay, but how is it different.”

“The range of sound from a piano is dictated by the number of keys on the keyboard. The range of sound on a violin is primarily dictated by the type of violin … either a violin or viola … and the material is instrument is made from. Both can be electric as well.”

“Yes … but how is it different.”

“I’m not understanding the question Al.”

“When I play the piano it is really stupid. You play the violin and … it sounds different.”

“Hmmm … I didn’t just start playing the violin yesterday. It has been how I relax for a number of years. It is also how I exercise when I can’t any other way.”

“Huh?”

“Playing the violin expends approximately 170 calories per hour. Playing the piano is about the same depending on the pieces played. I have a brother who plays drums and you can burn 290 calories per hour playing them depending on how energetically you play.”

“The drums?”

“Not appropriate for your current setting,” I told him trying not to laugh at the look of relief on the faces of some of the adults in the room.

Al left looking more confused than ever, but I noticed he kept looking at the violin … not me, the violin. We’ll see what that’s about.

Another surprise for me is that dinner attendance is extremely rigid. The boys, being thirteen, were invited to, and expected to, dine with the family. Edda is twelve so does not dine with the family yet; not even when there are no guests on board. Who am I to question another family’s cultural traditions but I find it a little … silly … all for want of a few months. She and I dine in a small room that normally conducted business as a breakfast table. Edda is also expected to go to bed earlier than the boys. After dinner I showed her how to use spray-in-and-leave conditioner and then suggested that she only read a little with the bedside light on. That tomorrow she would be going with the boys for exercise.

“They’ll only want to play stupid sports games.” I have found there is an overuse of the term stupid by the children and may decide to give it a sea burial until they learn to use a different term.

“Too bad for them then. They’ll be doing calisthenics. You and I will be doing yoga until Mr. D ascertains the boys will not … er … run you over. Either way some sun and air will not go amiss. Your brothers certainly do appear to have an excess of energy on occasion.”

Sighing she said, “You have no idea. Last time Uncle Ronnie threatened to put them in harnesses and have them pull his boat like seahorses.”

“Ship. The O’Meg is a ship,” I said on a laugh. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that, but if it does the ship can handle it.”

I got the first small smile out of her since we met and then went to my own cabin. It was not long after that Vit came in.

“Dinner over with? The boys?”

He yawned. “The family is making another early night of it. Tomorrow the boys’ rooms will be rearranged and they will help accomplish the task since they made the request.”

“Something wrong?”

“They share a room at school. Alfio is not enjoying the current arrangements and Aiden doesn’t care either way so long as Al stops complaining about it. The boy wound up in Aiden’s cabin last night anyway. My concern is that they will remain awake too long into the night although Baird extracted a promise that they would not do so. If they are caught, they will go back to separate cabins.”

“Then that is all that can be done for now. You look stressed. Do you need a massage?”

“Need? Nii. Want? Very much,” he answered with a sad smile. “This is not how I meant it to be Kokhana. We are going to have even less time together than before.”

“We’ll be together on port days and this is no different than if we had jobs on land,” I said, trying to be practical so that my own wistfulness wouldn’t show. “For now, it is what it is and I’m thankful you managed to arrange it for us.”

Vit is no more enamored of the Donna than I am. His words? “She is endlessly critical and then gets offended when no one takes her well-meant ‘advice.’ The woman is tiring and tiresome both. I considered at first that she was like Madam, but she is not. Madam could be managing, but she also knew when to stop and let someone succeed or fail on their own.”

We definitely have our work cut out for us, but I still say things could be worse. They could also be worse in the world. I hope that those attacks are the worst of it. The news makes it seem that people are trying to work together more. There is still the issue of the illegals but even those populations have quieted down, with many going into hiding. But Dylan said not to believe everything we see in the media. It makes me wonder what to believe … or what I can believe once it has been broadcast.
 

Kathy in FL

Administrator
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May 13th and 14th – At Sea

Whew, previously a sea day would mean that I often struggled to find things to do in order to not be bored. The last two days have been the exact opposite and all I’ve done is try to keep up. It is not that there are more children in my care, it is simply the volume of work since Vit and I really did not have time to prepare for this job as I did with the Marchands. Plus, it has been agreed that I will take on the role of maid for Edda … and some for the boys as well. Vit is a bit peeved but it comes with some additional income, so I told him not to complain. I’ll simply do it and use it as daily living skills training at the same time. I’m also expected to keep up with the majority of the housekeeping in our cabin. All of this is different than when we worked for the Marchands but I will look at it as practice for when we get back to Pembroke. I certainly won’t have maid service there.

Speaking of the Marchands, I was showing the children Travelling Marchand as an example of how they could all contribute to a page – Mr. Baird agreed so long as I strictly supervised the contents and who had access though the Donna “sniffed” her way through an extended criticism of “children and electronic toys” – when there was a frantic pinging to get my attention. It was Frankie.


Frankie: MISS VETA!! BENJI SAID YOU NEVER CAME HOME!!!!

Me: No need to shout with all caps Dear. Mr.D and I found employment teaching until travel arrangements can be made. We’ll be another month or so traveling as tutors. We sent a note to Miss Hayworth to let her know our whereabouts so no one would worry.

Frankie: Miss Betty is sick. She’s in the hospital and no one will tell me anything. They won’t let me go see her. I saw Grandmother crying! It’s terrible. Mr. Paul said Miss Betty is going to get better but no one will explain things to me! And the stupid power is about to go off again. Please write me a letter and tell me everything is alright as soon as you can!!!


I asked to be excused for a moment and the children, seeing how serious I was, agreed to look over the plans we were making for Rome while hurried out to the nearest exterior deck and placed a call.

“Nicholas, if you get this call …”

I was frantically interrupted with, “Hello?! Hello?!! Don’t hang up!! It’s not voice mail!!!”

“It’s alright Nicholas. Calm down, I’m here. Look, in case there isn’t much time, I ran into Frankie online on Travelling Marchand. Mr. D and I are fine, but he mentioned that Miss Hayworth is very ill.”

“She is … was … still is but they finally say she is going to get better.”

“Well someone needs to explain it better to Frankie. He does not understand what is going on at all.”

“I’ll do it. I think we’ve all just been a little crazy here. She had some kind of stroke. Only not a whole one, but it was just real close. I don’t understand all the medical stuff but it happened when she went to the doctor about her ankle. They think that when she got pushed down in the airport it knocked some junk around in her heart and it traveled to her brain. They put her on blood thinners like right away so it’s almost like she didn’t have one. She can talk now and everything, but she couldn’t at first. In fact she wouldn’t wake up for a couple of days. Only I hear Grandmother and Mother talking and Miss Betty is way depressed and saying things like she is worthless to the family and is only going to be a burden and crap like that.”

Having heard similar from my parents on occasion I briskly suggested, “Nonsense. Tell her that she is your Grandmother’s friend and confident not her accountant. That it is her calm and congenial personality that does most of the heavy lifting. And that you all are finally going to get to pay her back for all the time and effort she has given you over the years, so let you until she is stronger.”

I heard Nicholas give a hiccup of a choked-up laugh. “God I wish you and Mr. D were here. That’s totally perfect. Grandmother will like it too. Look, are you and Mr. D really okay? Francine finally figured out how to get into Miss Betty’s phone and got your message but … for real, are you?”

“Yes,” I told him and then I felt hands on my shoulders. Vit said, “Yes, we are. Please tell Madam and your parents we appreciate their concern.”

“I will. Look, my phone is beeping so my time is up. Just … you know … keep us up?”

Vit said, “We will.”

The dial tone ending the call was awful, but I was too choked up to say anything just at that moment. Especially when I realized the Donna and Mr. and Mrs. Baird were standing nearby.

Finally I managed, “Please excuse me. I should get back to the children.”

Vit wouldn’t let me pass. “You are alright?”

“You heard about Miss Hayworth?”

“Enough. But she is doing better?”

“Yes,” I said looking up to the sky to give a brief thank you without making a spectical of my feelings.

He said, “We will discuss it tonight.”

The Donna stopped me as I once again tried to return to my duties. “This Hayworth was another employee?”

Trying not to bristle I explained, “Miss Hayworth was Madam Marchand’s devoted companion and assistant. She’s been with the family for many years and is treated like a member rather than an employee. She was incredibly kind and helpful during our employment.”

“You became … friends.”

“I appreciated her talents and attention to detail. Her equanimity is a trait that more should cultivate. It set an excellent example. I admired her ability to remain calm even in the face of chaos and she definitely had her hand on the pulse of what Madam needed to efficiently and effectively pursue her job as matriarch of the family and head of the Marchand enterprises. I would not presume to say more than that.”

The Donna nodded and as I escaped I heard Mr. Baird say to Vit, “Marchand? Finally placed the name. Own some boutique wineries don’t they?”

Once I got back to the children I thanked them and we got back to discussing future plans. Later that same day Edda and I were taking our tea in one of the open deck areas when Vit rushed over with the boys in tow and asked us to move inside quickly. I grabbed the tea tray and hurried into one of the salons.

“Stay here until I come for you,” he said in the tone I’ve grown to recognize as one of authority regarding matters of security. I sat the tray down and asked the boys if they’d had theirs yet.

“No. And we’re starving,” Aiden said looking hungrily at the plate of cookies.

“Very well. Sit but do not make a mess and allow your sister to have her share.”

“Yes ma’am,” he answered, surprising me somewhat. I glanced at Al only to find him staring out the window rather wide-eyed and fearful.

Aiden spotted him to. “Eh, come on over here Al. They’re just boat people. Da will call the local coppers and that’ll be that.”

“But Mr. D acted …”

I said, “Mr. D was not ‘acting’ as you put it. He was ‘doing’ … doing his job. He will be with us on our port of call excursions.”

“He’s our bodyguard?”

“I … suppose, in a sense.”

Al relaxed a bit and said, “Mr. D knows how to fight pirates. Aiden’s father said so.”

Before I had to respond Edda said, “They aren’t pirates Al. Aiden said they’re boat people and he should know. Like on the news and in that report he wrote that got him in trouble.”

Aiden rolled his eyes but Edda explained to me, “Their teachers thought Aiden was being rude and mean because he said if people would stop giving the boat people free stuff they would stop getting in boats to go look for it and drown. That it was people giving away the free stuff that were making things worse, not better.”

I nodded. “It is a perspective worth investigating.”

“That’s what Da says.” Like Aiden was parroting something often heard he added, “Adversity is just a way to find out you’re better than you thought you could be.”

The cookies were gone and the teapot emptied before Vit came back. “All clear. Go dress for dinner,” he instructed the boys. “Mrs. Baird and Donna Giordano do not feel well so dinner is early so that Mr. Baird can make some calls.” He looked at me apologetically letting me know that despite the change, Edda and I would still be eating alone. Again to the boys he said, “Give me no problems and after Mr. Baird removes, I’ll slide in a disc and you can critique a scrimmage game my previous charge played in South America.”

Edda looked relieved not to have to deal with the boys who had become excited at the idea of watching scrimmage plays. “Sports,” she muttered.

“There’s science to it.”

“I know. Biology and physics and all the other. But not even that makes it interesting.”

I chuckled and her good mood was restored. We changed and then headed down the passage way to our assigned dining area when we heard the baby wailing like a siren.

“Oh dear.”

Edda rolled her eyes and said, “Oh brother. We better get her before she blows the portholes and sinks the ship.”

“I take it her volume knob occasionally gets stuck on loud?”

She opened the door and the volume quadrupled. The look on Edda’s face said, “Question answered?”

There was no nanny in sight and Ellie was obviously needing her diaper changed. Edda took care of it so efficiently I suspected that I wasn’t the one that Barney should have been warning with regard to being taken advantage of.

A young woman with dark hair and light blue eyes stumbled in. “She should have slept longer,” she moaned. “She was supposed to. I just went to make her bottle. Ahhhhh.”

“Request a bottle warmer for the room and you won’t have to traipse all over the ship preparing one. A small refrigerator like they have in the bar could help you stay a couple of bottles ahead as well. By the way, how do you do? You must be Sofia.”

Taking the baby and corking the noise box with the business end of the bottle she said, “And you must be Veta.” She turned to Edda. “Sorry. Again. How many does this make?”

“I lost count,” Edda said, but she was smiling. “Ask Mama about the stuff Miss Veta said. It’ll help. There’s a dirty in the pail and it’s a stinky one. I don’t think Ellie likes the new formula.”

“I know she doesn’t, but the Donna said it is unseemly for your Mama to still nurse the bambina. But I think they are both miserable without it. But what do I know? My own mother has had twelve children and I helped raise half of them. The Madonna nursed the Christ Child, why should women do it any other way?”

How Sofia could talk so expressively with her hands while holding and feeding the child was a miracle of physics and gravity I did not have the time to investigate. I asked, “Have you had your dinner?”

“Yes, thank you. I’ll have my tea later when the bambina here goes back to sleep. Please God, let her go back to sleep for a while. Or Poisiden will plug his ears with his trident.”

I was trying not to laugh when, as we were back in the passage and walking away Edda said, “Sofia is a little dramatic, but she means well.”

It was later when Vit explained that it was now International Maritime Law that the position of all ships below a certain tonnage that appear to be carrying immigrants must be reported to the nearest naval authority. That was another piece of news that once again told me how serious countries have become in keeping illegal immigrants from landing on their borders … or in this case, shores.

It was also at this time that I learned that each of the three children all had their own trust funds.

“Does everyone but us have a trust fund?” I asked faciteously.

Vit sighed and relaxed as I massaged his shoulders. “There are days it appears so. And just so you know, I was informed that there is some cause for alarm. A man who claimed to be Alfio’s biological father tried to kidnap him five years ago. He was not successful, but it has left the boy with the occasional anxiety.”

“They really don’t know who their father is? No one came forward?”

“Baird says they are half-siblings. And no, none that agreed to be tested turned out to be the father of either child.” The look of disgust on his face left me in no doubt of his opinion.

I finally got him to relax and we both got some sleep. Today has not been as exciting (thank goodness) but Vit was momentarily irritated, another sign that he is still coping with his injuries, and old memories. Mrs. Baird is … kind. Or means to be. She is older than I but doesn’t seem like it. From her view she was being kind and practical at the same time.

“I’m not the same shape as I was before the baby. I’ve lost the weight from the waist down but I can’t seem to …” She looked down at her chest as if it was some kind of mystery. “I am glad I did not follow through with increasing my cup size when I had all the other work done. Oh. I made you blush. My apologies.”

“None needed,” I assured her. “My sisters seem to enjoy doing the same thing. My face lights up whether I want it to or not.”

She smiled a little sadly. “I miss those days. I lost them too soon. But seriously Veta … I may call you Veta? Thank you,” she said at my nod. “I hate to see these go to waste but I’ve lost contact with many of my former friends who would have taken them off my hands. We traded clothes and accessories around like …” Again she stopped and smiled a little sadly. “It was a lifetime ago. And not a very healthy lifetime. Things are better now.”

“You’ve certainly done well by the children. They call you Mama. They repeat what you say often, Edda especially. I think you have set a good example for them even if it necessitated … taking a different life path than the one you were on.”

She obviously loves the children. “I pray every day for the strength and wisdom. They saved me from myself whether they can understand that or not. And Ellie and Ronnie have as well. Somedays however I feel so inadequate.”

“I believe that is, as my parents and older siblings say, is what makes you a better parent. You never assume you are good enough … you always strive to be better. But I would not call it inadequacy. There’s no need to make yourself feel bad. Life will try and do that enough. No one is perfect. Just try to be transparent and show them you are trying for their sake and your own.”

“You have children?”

“No. But I’m adopted and I watched my parents and adult siblings set the example. Their imperfections isn’t what defined them … it is that they tried to not let their imperfections stop them. And they gave me grace for my imperfections.”

She got a thoughtful look on her face but that direction of the conversation was over and she turned down the passage way in towards the baby’s cabin, leaving me with a sack and two large garment bags. When Vit came in tonight and found out … let’s just say his pride was temporarily pinched.

“Baird is careless in the same way on occasion. He doesn’t consider what his damn Testoni and Louis Vuitton shoes look like against polyester pants from the clearance rack held up with a belt that has seen better days.”

“No, which should tell you that it isn’t really the brands or how much something costs means to him. He just doesn’t want something to go to waste and recognizes when a person will appreciate what he is doing. It is a bit like a compliment. A rather off-handed one but not something to be ashamed of. I’ve spent most of my life in my sisters’ hand-me-downs or thrift store bargains. I’m quite capable of discerning when someone is being a snob and when someone is simply being nice.”

“Er … I did not mean …”

“I know Love, but you need to stop being sensitive on my behalf. It doesn’t bother me. And … it is practical. I can always put the pieces in a consignment shop when we get home. It isn’t the big deal you are making out of it.”

“I had meant to buy you something when we are in Italy or Greece.”

“So buy me some new sandals. I sent the other ones home and would like something besides these boat shoes to slide on every once in a while.”

He seemed pleased for some reason and we finally agreed that the day needs to come to an end. Tomorrow … Rome. The children already have their clothes laid out. We arrive in port at 7 am and, unlike the cruise ship, will not “dock” in most of our locations but we will tender to shore in either a water taxi or in the small boat that doubles as one of the yacht’s life boats. Breakfast, at least tomorrow, will be a tray in their room. Vit and I will grab an early breakfast in the mess and then carry the trays back with us. It is different but this isn’t the cruise ship. Did I mention … Rome?!
 

Griz3752

Retired, practising Curmudgeon
If anyone wants to know what a tsunami is like, Ms Kathy is providing a good example. I've lost track of how many thousand words she posted in this thread alone over the last couple of days. Obviously things are on a roll in life, albeit a very fast one.

I don't know how she does it/keeps up the pace.

Thank you Ma'am. .....
 

Kathy in FL

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May 15th – Rome (Civitavecchia), Italy (Part 1)

Lots of time on my hands tonight. Edda – the boys as well – were exhausted by our full day and didn’t last much beyond dinner. Vit is with Mr. Baird being a “secretary” though I’m not sure what that entails exactly. Vit wasn’t sure either … or was acting vague on the subject when I asked him. I used the time to thoroughly wash my hair (with as little water as I could) and I’m letting it dry naturally. I wish I could do it sitting on a verandah or open deck, but life has changed. Probably not the smartest idea any way. I do not need to get sick.

I was pleasantly surprised by the breakfast served in the mess. Mr. Dobbs said that it is because sailors can’t do their work on an empty stomach and a good captain knows to keep a good mess for the deckhands. What Perry tried to add to that I couldn’t understand as he was too busy stuffing his face. He really is little more than a boy. He started out as a cabin boy when his older brother was a member of the crew (he left to join his father in cooking for the family restaurant). Rigs is still on the ship, I simply haven’t seen him as his schedule is different from Vit’s.

The man serving as head of the serving line asked if he’d heard correctly, that I’d be taking the children’s breakfast trays to them I said yes. When he looked at me like he hadn’t expected the answer I said, “I’m not going to drop the trays. I’ve worked in restaurants before … and not just the do-you-want-fries-with-that variety.”

I’m not sure if I am handling things correctly. I keep getting these odd looks from the crew. They get really odd looks when Vit laughs. I don’t want to be a spectacle. Perhaps I shouldn’t be so friendly or something. I just don’t want to make them uncomfortable or have them think that I’m helpless or expect them to wait on me.

Edda was awake and dressing when I knocked. “Eat your breakfast while I deliver this to your brothers. I’ll do your hair in braids if you like when I get back.”

Edda smiled and said, “You better knock loud or they won’t hear you. On purpose.”

I decided to test that theory. I knocked there was no answer. I said, “You have to the count of three to open the door and retrieve your breakfast trays or from now on you can get your own … or go without. If Mr. D has to be called the result will be even more unpleasant. One … two …”

The door was jerked open right as I was finishing “three”.

“We were in the bathroom.”

“At the same time?”

“Er …”

“Eat breakfast. Dress. Be ready before Mr. D arrives to inspect you. The Donna wants to see you before you leave for the day.” I turned and left Al standing there with his mouth hanging open. Over my shoulder I called, “I would not waste any time if I were you.”

When the children were ready to see their grandmother I noticed the boys face were a little too innocent. Of course they passed the Donna’s inspection though she did twitch Edda’s barrett infintisimily straighter.

“I expect behavior fitting your station and family.” Then she looked at her grandson who had suddenly slumped sadly. “Alfio, what is wrong with you?”

“She … likes Edda better than us. She doesn’t understand boys, not like you do.”

Before his words could have the effect that he was going for I said, “What has being male or female have to do with anything? You were informed that the Donna wished to see you before you disembarked. It is unfortunate that you were forced to make that the priority it should be without prompting.”

From the corner of my eye I could see that Vit had gone from irritation to having a hard time keeping a straight face. Al and Aiden’s mouths had fallen open and they stood there looking at me in shock. I merely continued to look at the two boys with a cocked eyebrow as if daring them to dig their hole any deeper.

It was Mr. Baird who finally coughed and said, “Boys … is there going to be any further issues with rising early and preparing for the day?”

“No Sir.”

“Good. And if I find out you’ve failed to behave as you’ve been instructed …” The threat may have been unspoken but all three seemed to understand the implide threat.

The children stepped forward and kissed their three adults’ cheeks dutifully and then we were off. I noticed that Mr. Baird was smiling and that he handed Vit a phone as well as a wallet that was tucked away quickly in something under his shirt. For today I only had my cross-shoulder purse due to some security restrictions we’d be running into.

Our taxi picked us up and dropped us outside the Vatican City right at 8 am. The first tour of the day started at 8:30 but we had pre-opening, skip-the-line tickets courtesy of Barney who had gone over some of the ports and asked me to pick out activities.

Tens of thousands of people visit the Vatican City each day to see St. Peter’s Basilica, the Vatican museums, and the Sistine Chapel. There were only twelve other people on our tour, and they were all adults. I could see them look sideways at the children and some of them were even rude enough to whisper loudly they hoped they’d behave and not ruin it for everyone. We entered through a reserved doorway to skip the lines, and managed to stay a step ahead of the large crowds the entire time we were there. We also stayed away from the rude members of or tour group and it was at least as much of a relief for us as it was for them.

We started with the museums and if you only spent 10 seconds admiring each piece of art it would still require more than a decade for you to get through them all. Maybe that is a bit far-fetched but not by much I assure you. We spent most of our time looking in the Raphael Room. The frescoes were simply amazing.

Next came the Sistine Chapel. There were so many points of interest, in the paintings themselves, the architecture, and in the life of the artist and those that commissioned the Great Work, that even I was supersaturated with information. Vit wouldn’t let me bypass the gift shop. “Do you think I have forgotten about your postcards Kokhana?” he whispered. While I did that Edda purchased a book called Renaissance Art: The Rebirth of Science and Culture. Vit offered to carry it for her but she became more and more attached to it as the day wore on. The only time Vit had to intervene in the boys’ behavior was when they began to tease her by trying to take it. He grabbed them both by the scruff and said Cossack-style, “Gentlemen do not behave in such a fashion.” That’s all it took.

After the Sistine Chapel came the impressive St. Peter’s Basilica. The Pietà by Michelangelo is even more moving in person than it is in the photos I have seen of it. The Basilica is built where Saint Peter is said to have died a martyr and where he was buried in 64 AD. The Basilica itself was finished being built in 349 AD. However, by the middle of the 15th century the Basilica was falling into disrepair and Pope Nicholas V ordered the restoration and enlargement of the church. It was not actually completed until 1626. Words cannot describe how impressive the structure is. The tapetries, the relics, the art at every turn … I am glad Vit insisted that I get a commemorative book so I can remember it all.

It took us three hours to get through our tour of Vatican City and then after we left the world’s smallest country, we stopped to sample some authentic Italian cuisine. Pizza at Scialla before we passed the Parco Adriano and the Sant’ Angelo Castle for a rather impressive photo op. I keep using the same superlatives, but it is difficult not to.

Next on our walking tour was The Pantheon, one of Rome’s most famous buildings. Its dome and columns have been inspiring architects for centuries. The original temple, commissioned in 27 BC by Marcus Agrippa, was destroyed in an earthquake. In 126 AD Emperor Hadrian (of Hadrian’s Wall fame) commissioned a new temple dedicated to “pan theos” – all the gods. The temple was restored by Emperors Septimus Severus and Caracalla in the 3rd century AD. The immense dome is over 48 meters high with a central oculus of 8 meters in diameter, which provides the only light in the circular temple below. The massive bronze doors weigh over 20 tons each. The portico has 16 white marble columns. The temple houses statues to various gods and animal sacrifices were carried out under the oculus. As Christianity spread throughout Rome, the temple fell into disrepair, and in 356, when public pagan worship was outlawed, it seemed that the temple might be scheduled for destruction as many others were during that time. Luckily for the rest of us it was saved and in 408 it became a secular building. In 609 Pope Boniface IV had it consecrated as a Christian church – the first (but not the last) pagan temple to be transformed in Rome. An altar was placed in the apse, surrounded by golden mosaic depicting crosses. Between 667 and the 16th century, the church was vandalized and robbed several times. The gold roof tiles were stolen and replaced by bronze tiles, which in their turn were removed for use in Bernini’s baldacchino in St Peter’s Basilica.

The walls of the Pantheon are filled with monumental tombs, including that of the artist Raphael, the same artist that had painted so many frescoes for St. Peter’s and whose work was on display in the Vatican Museums. The Pantheon is free to the public and rarely has security so we were able to get in and move about rather quickly compared to other locations during the day. From there we passed through the Piazza Navona and headed towards the remains of the Theater of Marcellus on Via del Teatro.

The Marcellus are the only surviving ruins of a building used uniquely for mythological dramas in ancient Roman times. Julius Cesar wanted to build a theater and had the land where the theater stands cleared and leveled, but before work could begin on the building project he was murdered. In 23 BC, Emperor Augustus had the theater built for his nephew Marcus Marcellus – who was also his son-in-law and his designated successor. Young Marcellus died long before the building was finished. The theater was built of concrete and sheathed in travertine and was a semi-circular building of three levels and 110 meters in diameter, it could seat over 10,500 spectators. In the 12th century the theater changed purposes and became a fortress and then, in the 16th century was transformed into a palazzo. Over the centuries stones and columns were removed and used in building houses in the area. Today only a small part of the original theater remains and is a great tourist attraction. The upper part of the palazzo has been transformed into highly sought-after apartments.

Our next sights all used the same admission ticket. Instead of entering where most tourists do we started with the Roman Forum (or Imperial Fora) as our first stop on the triumvirate. The Imperial Fora ('Fori Imperiali' in Italian) are a series of monumental public squares constructed in Rome between 46 BC and 113 AD. The forums were the center of the Roman Republic and of the Roman Empire. Built by Julius Caesar and Caesar Augustus, as an extension to the Roman Forum, a Temple of Venus was built there with an equestrian statue of Caesar in front of it. It became a popular public square and just before Caesar’s murder, the Senate agreed to move there. Augustus founded the second of the Imperial Forums, with a temple dedicated to Mars Altor (Mars the Avenger). It was built at a right angle to Caesar’s forum and had deep porticoes opening onto large exedras. Used by the public and senators alike, its main function was that of a law court. After the conquest of Jerusalem, Emperor Vespasian had the Temple of Peace built with a garden filled with statues and ponds. This one had no civil function, so it wasn’t considered a Forum in itself, but it was a favorite meeting area for the wives of various Roman officials. There were several other structures built by various Caesars and Emperors over time. During the 1930's, Mussolini built the Via dei Fiori Imperali that runs through the center of the Imperial Forums. All that remains of these magnificent squares and buildings are the ruins on each side of the avenue.

I was gratified to see that we’d kept to our timetable and made it through security once again to use our timed tickets. To the east of the Roman Forum stands the remains of the Colosseum, said to be the most visited ruins in the world. The Colosseum was first called the Flavian Amphitheater after the family name of the emperors Vespasian and Titus, under whose rule the building was constructed. Construction began in 72AD and was finished in 80AD, requiring the use of 100,000 cubic meters of stone. Though appearing circular from outside, the amphitheater is actually elliptical in shape: 189 meters long, 156 meters wide and 48 meters high. It is composed of three arcades. Below ground subterranean passages were used to bring men and animals into the arena. The tiered seating areas could hold up to 50,000 spectators and, because of its efficient exits, could be emptied in fifteen minutes. The amphitheater was used for public spectacles: mythological dramas, re-enactments of land and sea battles, animal hunts, public executions and, of course, the infamous gladiator battles. In medieval times the amphitheater was used as living quarters for a religious sect and for poor families, workshops, a fortress and a quarry, as people building houses in the area didn't hesitate to take stones from the building. Later visitors got into the habit of chipping pieces away to keep as souvenirs. Due to this stone theft and earthquakes, only the north side of the building now remains, as well as the underground passages which are open to the public with a special ticket. The outside wall is in fact the original interior wall. The boys were thrilled with the stories the guides told and it would have been nice if we could have stayed longer but we had to keep to the schedule.

We passed the Arch of Constantine between the Colosseum and Palatine Hill. It is the last Triumphal Arch to be erected in Rome. In 312 AD Emperor Constantine I led his troops against Maxentius for a final battle at Milvran Bridge. The emperor’s army was hopelessly outnumbered, and according to legend, Constantine had a dream in which he saw the sign of Christ’s Cross in the sky and a voice said, “By this Sign, Conquer”. The emperor had his men make a wooden cross, which they carried into the battle … and yes, they won. Constantine commissioned the arch in commemoration of his victory over Maxentius. The arch spans the Via Triumphalis, the way taken by the emperors when they entered the city in triumph and has been duplicated around the world, including the Arc de Triomphe in Paris.

The Palatine Hill was our last item with that ticket and is the centermost of the Seven Hills of Rome. It is reputedly the one where Romulus and Remus were found in a cave and where Romulus founded the city. Rising 40 meters over the Roman Forum, the Hill was the “in” place to live for the rich nobles. I can understand why. The views from the summit are magnificent and it was thought that the air was purer there. In the Middle Ages churches and convents were built on the Hill and in the 17th century Cardinal Farnese had the first private botanical gardens in the world laid out here. During 18th century excavations the remains of a Bronze Age settlement were uncovered as well as the ruins of a house believed to be where Augustus, the 1st Roman Emperor was born. Among the ruins on the Hill, you can see the remains of Septimus Severus’ palace, and the Baths bearing his name. In 2007 a cave was discovered, believed to be the Lupercal Cave of Romulus and Remus, but more likely a nympharium or a triclinium dating back to Nero’s time. Thankfully we had time to visit The Palatine Museum on the Hill which has an exhibition of pottery, mosaics and other artifacts from the ancient buildings that help to envision what was there over the centuries.

In the valley between the Palatine and Aventine Hills is a long, grassy public park and it gave the boys time to run around though it was obvious they had burnt a lot of energy during our extended walking tour. The park stands on the site of the Circus Maximus, the biggest of all of Ancient Rome’s circuses. The circus was laid out in the 6th century BC and became a permanent structure in around 329 BC. It was used by gladiators and for dramas of Greek and Roman mythology, but its main purpose was for chariot races. Thing of the famous movie Ben Hur and you’ve got the scene. The stadium was 621 meters long and 118 meters wide, with a seating capacity for 250,000 spectators. The chariots raced around the central spina, on top of which stood a row of eggs. At each turn, an egg was removed to indicate the number of laps raced. Sounds like auto races of today … Indie 500, Daytona 500, etc. During the Middle Ages and the Renaissance period, stones from the long-abandoned circus were used for house building, so that today nothing remains but a part of the spina and some of the starting gates.

Our last stop of the day was The Pyramid of Cestius which stands near the Porta San Paolo and the Protestant Cemetery. It is one of the best-preserved buildings of Ancient Rome. For a long period in Ancient Rome, Egyptian monuments were highly prized. Obelisks were transported from Egypt at great cost and inconvenience, and having a pyramid built was considered a mark of wealth and stature. In around 15BC Caius Cestius commissioned one for this family tomb. Cestius was a magistrate and a member of the Septemviri Epulonum, one of the four Religious Corporations in Rome. His pyramid was built out of brick and concrete with slabs of white marble on a travertine foundation. It is nearly 27 square meters at its base and is 37 meters high. The burial chamber is rather small, roughly six by four by five. The walls once bore frescoes, but these have been damaged over time by water seepage. Nothing much remains in the chamber as it was looted in the early 1st century AD. On the outer east and west sides or the pyramid are inscriptions bearing Cestius’ names and titles. A “recent” inscription was added in 1663 by Pope Alexander VII who had the pyramid opened and restored. When it was first built, the pyramid stood in a field, but with the expansion of the city it was incorporated in the Aurelian Walls in the 3rd century AD. In 2001 both the interior and exterior were restored, and further renovation work started in 2011. It may be less than it once was but it is still quite something to see.
 

Kathy in FL

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May 15th – Rome (Civitavecchia), Italy (Part 2)

A car was waiting exactly where Barney said it would be when she said it would be there. Nice. It took an hour to get back to the port and all three children were nodding off by the time we arrived. We’d been instructed to wait for the rest of the family at the duty-free shop so we could all return to the ship at the same time. Edda was ready to sit but the boys had once again become “bouncy” so Vit asked us to sit and he would stay within sight as he took the boys off. Edda pulled out the book she had purchased and was reading it intently when the remainder of the family arrived. I winced when I could tell that the Donna was about to pounce until she noted the title of the book in Edda’s hands. She blinked in surprise and then was set upon by the boys. Vit curtailed that by telling them to help their mother and grandmother which their packages so Mr. Baird wasn’t buried. The man laughed, willingly shared his burden, and then led the way to the pier so we could be picked up and transferred back to the O’Meg.

Mrs. Baird asked me if I had picked up any accessories for Edda and I said, “I thought it best to wait until you made a decision about the other pieces you mentioned.”

She looked happy with my answer as her mother looked on with a blank look on her face. “I did manage to get a few things, even picked up some silly bits that might work if Edda will wear them. I never realized how difficult it was to find clothing for her age bracket. I remember following … ah … following the older girls’ lead and what I saw on TV and … frankly I shouldn’t have.” She chuckled ruefully. “But you couldn’t have told me that at the time. I was going to rock the world.” She shook her head. “Edda’s personality is quieter so I’m hoping that she won’t dislike what I’ve gotten.”

Edda overheard and said, “I’m not pretty like you. What if I make the clothes look stupid?”

There was that word again.

Mrs. Baird shook her head. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And what the world considers beauty is rarely more than skin deep and can be fabricated as easily as a copy machine. It is more about confidence.” She smiled. “Let’s work on that part.” It was nice to see Edda smile sweetly back.

I have a feeling that Edda, while she may never be labled “cute” or “pretty” by today’s standards, has the bones of a classic beauty if she can be convinced to let it show.

Having missed tea the boys acted like they were starving. Vit didn’t let them off the hook though, before they could get ready for dinner, they had to help carry all the packages and boxes and crates that where on the boat.

“No, you will not get away. These are the fruits of the Baird family’s businesses. You need to learn what that is and what it means and how to take care of it all. That crate is full of wine bottles. You do not just throw it around like it is worthless flotsam. It needs to be handled gently so that it can then be stored properly. Not doing so could make the wine inside the bottles useless and undrinkable. These are the Donna’s packages. Do not expect Signorina Rizzo to carry them like a pack mule. Help her as a gentleman should. When you get back … and do so quickly with no side trips … we will take care of what comes next.

I heard the Donna say, “Do you not have servants for this sort of thing Byron?”

“Eleonora, I understand your concern, but Dymtrus is correct. They need to learn to behave with more appreciation than they’ve been exhibiting. Learning this now will prevent them from having to learn it the hard way as they grow older. Yes, a life of privilege allows us to employ people as servants. The boys also need to learn that leaders also serve their employees. I don’t want them to have the long hard slog through life that I have.”

“It does not appear to have hurt you.”

“So you think. But in many ways I got lucky. And m’life could have been better sooner had I not made some of the left turns on the road I chose. When m’father died no one stepped up to guide me the way I should have been all along. Took nearly a life time for me to recognize it for what it was, and if not for an irresponsible act and Martina forgiving me, I might still be drowning and not even knowing it. I intend to do better for the boys … and Edda and Ellie as well … than what was done for me. And if that includes them getting their hands dirty doing something besides playing on a damn playground then so be it.”

I heard steel in his voice that not even the Donna could miss. I also noted that a certain small set of ears were also taking it in. “Come along Edda, lets help Mrs. Baird with these bags. They look a little more fragile than I’m comfortable handing off to your brothers.”

The remainder of the day passed quickly from there. I was even excused from playing as the Donna “had a headache.” Hmm. After dinner I did a quick recap of the day with all three of my students and was gratified when they remembered the answers to most of my questions. Having Mr. and Mrs. Baird observing helped, I believe, impress on them that I wasn’t just asking questions to hear myself talk.

Of the three it was Aiden that seemed the most intrigued. “That was school?”

“Yes. Your grasp of the events and places of Ancient Rome … and some in more modern times … was quite good for a first try. Remember the questions I asked in the taxi ride to Rome? That was a pre-test. These are the exact same questions I asked then, consider it a post-test. That means during the lectures you were using your skills of observation and learning the concepts, and understanding them sufficiently to retain the information. Our next sea day we’ll do a cumulative discussion so you don’t just use it once and lose it.”

I was grinning at his and Al’s surprise. Al said, “But we’re eating pudding. How can we be taking a test if we’re eating pudding?”

“I have never seen a resource that says the two activities are mutually exclusive.”

“Huh?”

“It means no one ever said that you couldn’t do both at the same time. Besides, I like pudding. It’s good brain food.”

“Too right,” Mr. Baird said, taking a big bite of his own pudding.

I noted the entire family was more relaxed out of the Donna’s presence. Mrs. Baird was even sitting with the baby and babbling at her and Ellie for her part was listening as if it was an important state address.

Vit took the boys and I returned Edda to her cabin where she asked if she may read if she turned her light off in an hour. I gave my permission and closed her door quietly. A while later Vit walked in to hand me an empty, but still pretty, stationary box. “It is not your picture box, but will it work for your post cards?”

“Oh Vit …”

He grinned and we were pleasantly occupied … until there was a ding on my computer which I had set up to journal in. It was Dylan checking on us and wanting an update. I left Vit to do most of the typing. I wanted to see if Dylan was going to try and use Vit to get information on Baird. There was a little push here and there but nothing that Vit couldn’t easily ignore. Then the discussion turned into a conference chat as Derrick and Charlie got online wanting to know their share. They asked me if I was going to be able to keep up with my blog and I looked at Vit.


Vit: I will check with Mr. Baird. The ship has all the latest technologies but there may be reason he does not necessarily want the entire trip recorded. There may be a way around some of it by not specifying dates and by leaving their names out of it.

Dylan: Any particular reasons?

Vit: They are important people with three children and an infant on board. That should suffice as a reason given the recent state of the world.

Derrick: I agree. And I accept any communication restrictions, I just don’t want to lose track of you two.

Vit: That will not happen.

Dylan: No it will not. Let me know if you need assistance.

Charlie: Down boy. Loosen your tinfoil tie, you’re losing oxygen to the brain.”

Dylan: You don’t …

Derrick: Enough you two. I’m not wasting the time we have with Veta and Vit on your latest round of bickering.

Veta: Uh oh. Did those two not get their naps in?

Dylan and Charlie: VETA!

Veta: ROFLMBO!!

Vit: She is happy to hear from you. As am I. Is everyone in the family well?

Eventually everyone got off line except I sent a PM to Derrick to ask him about Lena. “Look, if it isn’t any of my business or an awkward question just tell me. But I’ve had Lena on my mind for days now and … well … I just need to know.”

There was a pause and Derrick finally responded. “They found another tumor and have started treatment but the long-term prognosis isn’t good, but it wasn’t going to be even if they hadn’t found the newest one as there was already signs the cancer has matasticized.”

“Oh no. How are the boys, and her parents?”

“As well as can be expected. The boys seem to accept they’ve already, to a large degree, lost their mother. They’ve gone through most of the grieving process. They feel bad for this woman that wears their mother’s face but … the connection has been lost. They’ve been to see her. Their therapist suggested doing it now rather than waiting too late, so there wouldn’t be any unresolved regrets. But all it did was put nails in the coffin. They feel worse for their grandparents, who are holding up but naturally still go throught the gamut. I’ve suggested they go to counseling but … they’re resistant. They’ve had their own reality checks a few times but want to hold out hope despite the odds. They’ve heard her doctors but miracles do happen.”

“And you?”

“I’ve done my own grieving. I just couldn’t keep cycling through it over and over. It wasn’t healthy for the boys or myself. And … Christine and I may make it legal next month. Do you mind?”

“Of course not. Besides, it means that I’ll have another sister in my arsenal to use against all of you Brats.”

There was a pause and then Derrick said, “Christine is laughing so hard she had to leave the room. Thank you for that. We’ve needed it.”

“Things still bad?”

“Not as bad, but still bad. The news makes it sound like things are just peachy, but if you look underneath the surface there is still a lot of tension. I hate to cut this short but I can hear the beeping that says time is up. Write often. I may not always get to respond but I’ll read.”

We ended the chat and Vit was there to offer me comfort. I try and not over think things, try not to let my emotions rule me, but it seems forever since I’ve been with my family. Yes, I met Vit and we have started a new life … I just pray it doesn’t mean I have to completely leave my old one.
 

Kathy in FL

Administrator
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May 16th – Naples, Italy

The children were up in good time today. They are used to getting up early at their boarding schools and I believe they thought they would leave that behind as they thought at first they were going to be on holiday. I believe Mr. Baird explained the reality to them quite well when it was he that banged on their doors this morning. Shocked Vit and I as well … or more me than Vit.

“He swings on occasion.”

“Beg your pardon?”

“Baird. He is not always predictable. In this case I think he means well and we will use it to our advantage with the boys. The girl … she is quiet.”

“Sometimes. But other times if you give her a chance she can converse.”

Vit is leaving the handling of Edda to me. I don’t think he is comfortable with her. I’m not sure if it is a male thing or if it has something to do with his memories of Anichka. It could be something else entirely but those two are the most likely.

We anchored at 7 am and immediately took the lifeboat to shore where we met our guide for the day. We were in Naples, but our primary focus was Pompeii, Vesuvias, and Herculaneum.

In 79 BC, Pompeii and other settlements on the slopes of Mt. Vesuvius, were buried by layers upon layers of ash, lava and pumice. Due to this burial, the city essentially became a time capsule offering a fascinating viewpoint for understanding the culture of the time. Our guide acted as a docent and set the scene that put the socio-historical things we saw into context, helping us to better understand the various aspects of Pompeii. One fact I was unaware of was that a terrible earthquake preceded the eruption in 60 BC, just enough time the city to rebuild and for people to start forgetting. Tragedies were not uncommon in the ancient world, but no one imagined that after the earthquake would have come something as horrible as what happened.

Upon arriving at the archaeological site, we really had to hustle to keep up – our guide was the Energizer Bunny – but that wasn’t bad as it kept our students from losing focus and growing bored. We walked over ancient cobble-stoned roads, explored the private homes, temples, shops, civic buildings, and public spaces. All intricately illustrated everyday activities in the city.

The life in Pompeii was typical of its time and Vit and I were at pains to avoid some of the more graphic mosaics and frescoes such as the ones at the thermal baths, and in particular the pleasure houses. Pleasure house? More like a cat house … a brothel. The frescoes there were actually advertisements of services offered so you can well imagine how not age-appropriate they were. The docent assisted us in our attempts and focused more on other things such as how the romans enjoyed their free time, how their houses were decorated, and their lifestyle in general.

After the 2-hour visit we left and headed to what we were told was one of the most important winemakers on the slopes of Mt. Vesuvius. The views of the Bay of Naples were enchanting once we reached our destination. The wine farm was located just few hundred metres below the peak of the Volcano Vesuvius. While others had a traditional wine tasting tour, we had a classical Italian lunch that included bruschette with fresh tomatoes and olive oil served with salami and cheeses, accompanied with a glass of white and rosee Lacryma Christi (the children had grape juice). Then, spaghetti was served with little hill cherry tomatoes…it was their speciality (spaghetti made by one of the most important pasta-maker in Naples, the Setaro Brothers). Last but not least, we were served a classic Neapolitan cake with a sparkling wine. Grappa made with apricots.

After this nice break, the excursion continued throught the Vesuvius National Park, eventually reaching the top of the mountain and the entrance of the crater...the mouth of what is called the most dangerous volcano in the world. Goodness gracious, the view was breathtaking! As I walked around on the volcanic park with the pumice crunching beneath my feet I couldn’t help but think of how much fun Frankie and I would have had sneaking some of it away to view in the microscope. I miss him, but I’m happy he did not have to go through what Vit and I did. Vit has gotten too good at reading my moods.

As we watched the boys work off some of their wiggles, and Edda as she went around reading the signs and observing everything, he quietly said, “I miss them as well.”

“But it is better they are with their family.”

“Yes. We must remember that.”

Once our time on Vesuvias was finished we headed to Herculaneum. In 79 AD, the cataclysmic eruption that obliterated Pompeii also buried the town of Herculaneum. Hidden until the 18th century, its frescoes and mosaics retain a depth of color that is truly a sight to behold. Our tour included visits to the House of the Mosaic Atrium, the House of Neptune and Amphitrite and the House of the Deer. We also walked passed locations called the Decumanus, the Palestra, the Basilica and the Thermal Baths of the Forum. Among the many interesting sights were carbonized wood furnishings and architectural elements like ceiling beams that were preserved in a petrified condition while retaining their original appearance. The extreme heat, toxic gases and ash of the pyroclastic surge left much of the town intact for posterity.

From there we were driven back to Naples. Let me just say that LA traffic jams have nothing on the mess that is Naples, Italy. All of those jokes about Italian drivers? They are true.

We still had two hours before we needed to be on the pier and our guide and driver offered us a special treat. I was interested but leery but Vit behaved with confidence and agreed after a brief moment of haggling. Underneath the city of Naples lies a hidden labyrinth of ancient tunnels, aqueducts, cisterns, catacombs, and even a Greco-Roman theatre where Emperor Nero had a dressing room. Naples Underground takes visitors on a captivating tour of the vast subterranean network of chambers and pathways buried below this modern city. Our guides took us on a journey through 2,400 years of history, from the ancient Greeks to modern times.

First came the Greek-Roman Aqueduct. We had to decend 136 steps to reach a depth of about 40 meters below ground. Cavities were excavated in the Greek era (about 4 BC.) and exploited as cisterns for the water supply of Naples for approximately 23 centuries. Next we visited the air raid shelters from the Second World War, the War Museum and the Hypogeum Gardens. Hypogeum Gardens is a vegetable garden growing in the in the depths beneath the city, a seemingly hostile environment, yet far from acid rain, pollutants, smog, harmful microorganisms. It thrives amazingly well considering none of the plants actually see the sun.

Lastly we saw the remains of the Roman Theater. It was very interesting as we entered an innocuous street-level house and our guide opened a hatch underneath a bed for access to the remains of the ancient theater of Neapolis, where the emperor Nero also had a private dressing room, whenever he performed his shows in Naples.

We got lucky and our driver knew some hidden ways to get back to the pier and we were dropped off nearly the same time as the rest of the Bairds/Giordanos showed up. The problem was there was no lifeboat to tender us back. In our absence the local port authority had paid a call and the ship was in the middle of an inspection to see if there were illegals aboard. Barney and the Captain had it well in hand but it still meant a bit of a delay.

To keep the kids from becoming over-energetic we took them to some local shops and let them look to their hearts’ content. The boys wanted to spend some of their allowance on snacks to take the place of their tea time. Edda had an allowance to spend as well but seemed much choosier. She did choose a snack, but it was something called Torrone which is a type of almond honey nougat candy, while the boys chose some kind of chips and a soda.

I hadn’t been watching Vit as it was taking all of my concentration to keep Edda and I from being “helped” by some overzealous young people … whom I suspected were spotters for a group of pickpockets. When the shopkeeper spotted them he shooed them off with a curse. When it was time to head back to the other adults I noticed Vit had a bag in his hand and it wasn’t until we were back on board the ship and in our cabin that I realized it didn’t belong to one of the boys.

He drew me into his arms and said, “I may not be able to do quite the same thing as we did when we were working for the Marchands, but there can still be a little play.”

He’d gotten me postcards and I’m not ashamed to say I squealed and had to slap a hand over my mouth less someone in the passageway got the wrong idea. Vit was quite pleased with the kisses I gave him. And when he pulled out two packages of the same nougat as Edda had purchased he said, “We will still have our treats and can take some home.”

Thinking of our limited luggage space I was about to say something but instead Vit shooking his head. “I will find a way.”

The evening has been very similar to the others except I played again and rather than resent it as I might have, I am choosing to play as if I am playing for Vit alone. It makes me less nervous … and less caring what critiques the Donna offers. Because you know she can’t just accept something in the spirit it is offered but must attempt to help you improve to her standards. Which she just naturally assumes that you aspire to.

Vit is staring and I can’t help but wonder what he is thinking about so I will put this away for now. Tomorrow is a sea day, so will be a day for more traditional lessons … and perhaps time to send a letter or two home as well.
 

Kathy in FL

Administrator
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May 17th – At Sea

Weren’t the children surprised to learn that they would be doing their own laundry. I wish I had taken a picture of their faces. It was not something that even Edda had experienced before. I told her to think about it like lab work and she seemed to finally find her footing. The boys I asked who did their sports uniforms for them … and did they enjoy having their teachers wash their underclothing like they were still two years old.

Mr. Baird overheard and snickered so hard he had to get up and find someplace else to sit. A few of the crew also turned away. Needless to say that was the end of their objections. Vit also informed them that gentleman, even those that were privileged enough to hire things done for them, still needed to know the basics so that they could tell whether they were being cheated or not.

Obviously we need to work on their daily living skills. Twice Vit has sent Al back to the cabin to put on deodorant. I took a private moment with Mrs. Baird and asked if she had spoken to Edda about female issues and she said she’d been waiting but that she would not put it off any longer. Not having such a discussion does not keep a girl innocent, it keeps her ignorant.

Vit and I sent a letter off to Frankie and Nicholas. We want to satisfy their curiosity but at the same time we are encouraging them to explore new areas and live in the lives they have now. I also sent a group email to several of my nieces and nephews telling them to tell their parents that I would be uploading photos to my blog during the next port stop this way it didn’t interfere with any kind of email restrictions. I did my best to carefully compose a letter to Madam and included a paragraph specifically to Miss Hayworth should she be ready for correspondence. Then I started a scrapbook for each of our students. It is actually the same interior content, but each has unique to the student cover pages. Okay, it isn’t really a scrapbook but the same thing I did for Frankie; an electronic memory book.

I don’t find myself nearly as emotionally invested in these three as I was in Frankie and Nicholas. Perhaps it is simply that the Marchands were my first students and the new has worn off. Some of it is obviously the length of time we spent together. On the other hand, I believe some of it may also be that I have Vit to be … to be … I guess he fulfills my social needs on top of everything else so I am not trying to quell my loneliness with my students. That makes me sound so shallow. But I’ve come to accept it. And Vit fulfills my needs in ways that Robert never did. And that is something I need to guard against; comparing the two men. Unfortunately I still do it on occasion; but, at least it is because I am so thankful that Vit is who he is.

Physical education was interesting today. Mrs. Baird had heard from Vit that I do yoga and pilates and she asked if I would mind doing them with her, that she felt silly and self-conscious by herself in the exercise room. It was no hardship and between the two of us we actually got Edda started on a few basic moves. Mrs. Baird is concerned that as an academic Edda will become sedentary but didn’t want to give her a complex which was a possibility at her age. So I suggested framing it as a way to increase and sharpen her skills in concentration and that it could also be a good stress reliever. I’ll work on that on my end and Mrs. Baird will continue it on hers after the trip comes to an end.

Vit worked the boys fairly hard today with calisthenics; it kept them from having the energy to express the silly that they tried to get up to. Today was also the day we started to play greater attention to making sure their cabins were cleaned properly. It was a concept all three were familiar with as there are weekly inspections, and occasional pop inspections, of their dorms at their respective schools.

However, keeping our students busy also means that, here at the end of the day, we are tired as well. Vit has already moved over so I have space in the bed so that is where I am going to head. We’ve left Italy and won’t return for several days. Tomorrow starts the Greek leg of the journey.
 

Kathy in FL

Administrator
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May 18th – Santorini, Greece

I can’t imagine any other type of teaching job will ever offer the adventures that I have been on as those I have experienced with the Marchands, and now the Bairds. Not only do I teach academics, I teach daily living skills, home ec, and act as both maid and chaperone. I met my life partner and our pasts intersect so eerily that it is hard to ignore that we are meant to be together by some higher power. I have hobnobbed with some very wealthy people and found out that they aren’t the stereotype they are painted to be. And that is before you add in all the exotic places that I have been only to find they find me exotic and their own lives mundae.

Today we arrived in Santorini, Greece at 8 am. It wasn’t long before we were ashore and meeting our guide, a friendly young man about my age working with tour groups so he woudn’t have to join his sisters as a waiter in their uncle’s taverna. A little too gregarious (TMI) but Vit said in his experience the Greek people are extremely friendly that way.

Our first stop was the archaeological site at Akrotiri. Dating back to the 2nd millennium BC, the site at Akrotiri preserves the ruins of an ancient Minoan city. You heard that right boys and girls, the Minoans, the people that gave us the story of the Minotaur. Wow. As we walked through the excavated passageways and marveled at the beautiful pottery and frescoes that were long buried in the volcanic ash the blanketed and then drowned the town, we heard how the city was devastated by a volcanic eruption some 3,600 years ago. As a side note, researchers now think that Santorini, and Akrotiri in particular, is what inspired the story of Atlantis. So in a way we could say we’d found the fabled city of Atlantis.

Next, we headed to Pyrgos. Situated at the highest point of Santorini, the village offers an idyllic photo op of old-world Greece. We followed our guide along the winding paths — past painfully white houses and blue-domed churches — and made our way to the hilltop ruins of a medieval Venetian castle. From there we gazed out over the entire island, soaking up panoramic views all the way to the village of Oia.

Then we hit the black sand beaches of Kamari, Perissa or Perivolos. Edda surprised me by swimming like a fish but Al said Nanny Frannie (their first nanny that was with them until they started school) insisted they learn and for once the Donna didn’t object to anything that wasn’t her idea first. Her first husband died by drowning … after drinking too much vino one night in Corsica and falling into a pool. We had a beach picnic catered by a nearby taverna … seafood and a Greek salad.

Our tour took us next to Oia, the quintessential Greek village that’s known for its incredible sunsets. We weren’t staying that long but we did stroll along the pretty streets and learned about the village’s history. From there it was a short hop to Fira, the island’s capital, where did some shopping and then took the cable car down to another boat that was waiting for us.

We said goodbye to our young guide, gave him a good tip, and when we got to the bottom we found that Mr. Dobbs and Perry were there.

“Looks like we’re with you today Dymtrus.” Mr. Dobbs looked cheery but Perry looked nearly manic. And I saw something in Vit’s eyes. When Aiden moved in front of Al and Edda I had a “last one to know” sensation.
I sighed. “Aiden since you seem to know a bit of whatever is going on, kindly help me keep Edda and …” Suddenly someone rushed at me from the left. Already keyed up and in neutral defensive stance from the undercurrents I immediately went into fighting mode. When the man tried to grab me, instead of resisting and pulling away, I used his energy to strike back at him. Then I kneed him to the groin causing him to fold over and from that stance I used a hip move to toss him over.

I won’t repeat what the three men said but the two boys stood there with their eyes wide and their mouths hanging open. Edda on the other hand in a disturbingly calm voice said, “I want to learn how to do that.”

“Ask Mrs. Baird and Mr. D and I will teach the three of you some very basic moves. Beyond that you’ll need a certified instructor and work on your core body strength. Let’s move over here and get out of the way.”

“Nii,” Vit growled. “Stay near the boat.” He turned to look at the two crewmen and started slinging the Portuguese faster than even I could keep up. It wasn’t two minutes after that that a well-dressed man and two underlings stroll down the dock. I’m still trying to figure out why no one around acts like they saw anything happen.

The well-dressed man said, “Dymtrus, I heard you were dead.”

Vit just looked at him.

“It appears that my brother has been a careless idiot once again. But you known how he hates Baird for taking Francesca from him. He thought to take his woman as recompense.”

Since the man was speaking in Russian I could at least understand him. Vit looked nearly volcanic. Perry and Dobbs had come over and did their best to act as boyd guards. I whispered, “Can you understand what they’re saying?”

“No. It’s Russian.”

“Old friend?”

“No.”

“Good.” Then I switched to Russian and said, “Because not only is he an idiot for making such a fool of himself over a woman, he’s doubly a fool for not even recognizing when he doesn’t have the correct woman in his sights.”

Vit lips thinned but he didn’t disagree with my assessment, or object to me saying it in Russian. The Russians on the other hand looked surprised … except for the well-dressed man whose face went from cheerful arrogance to blank consternation.

I was not the same child that used to cower from everything and everyone. I was not even the same woman whose self-confidence had been badly shaken a year ago. I was me. Veta Petric Dymtrus. And it was easy to remember all the lessons I learned during that time starting with dealing with the Harrington Harpy. So when the man tried to stare me down I gave him blank face right back and finally it was he that had to say, “A new one already? I thought Baird married the baby carrier.”

My blank face turned bored irritating him a bit further. Vit intervened when he realized I wasn’t going to fight the man no matter how provoking he tried to be.

In Russian he told the well-dressed man, “The world has changed and become … dangerous. Baird has changed and protective of what is his. Your brother would do well to remember that.”

“Do not tell me …”

The man I had tossed had rolled into a sitting position and looking pathetic. I shook my head and told him from a safe distance, “A lover that could so easily be ‘taken’ from you was never yours to begin with. A man deserves better than a woman he cannot trust. Get up. Climb out of the vodka bottle and into a pot of strong coffee. Wash. Then go find a woman that you can trust … and don’t settle until you do. But if you want a woman you can trust, you’d best be trustworthy in return.” When he only stared at me owl-eyed I turned to the two body guards and said, “Don’t just stand there, go get him up. Soak his head. Near drowning might be helpful. Move. This mess needs to be cleaned up before the authorities must take notice. Shoo already. Vit, make them …”

Vit sighed and said, “Babusya.”

I closed my mouth and counted to ten. Being called a granny woman when I was having a hard enough time with my temper made the Cossack in my creep even closer to the surface.

The well-dressed man looked between us and suddenly he laughed. “You will be ball-headed before you are an old man.”

With supreme indifference Vit shrugged causing the man to laugh again. Still smiling he pointed to his brother and the two bodyguards finally moved. The man I had tossed was none to happy to be dragged away by his scruff like a naughty puppy but kept his mouth closed. His brother, the well-dressed man stuck his hand out to Vit who I was surprised to see take it and they shook. “Tell Baird I will speak with Gregor.”

Vit nodded and the man turned and walked away like he owned everything he saw.

When Vit started to say something I put my hand up in a stopping motion. “I know. I should have kept my mouth shut. I’m sorry.”

“Nii Kokhana. Gregor is … the more stable of the brothers. And he never liked Francesca. What you said was truth.”

“But next time let you handle it?”

He sighed and then became angry. “You should not have had to this time.” Turning to Dobbs he asked, “Was it forgotten that we have phones?”

Perry looked like he wanted to tune up and say something but Dobbs answered, “The Sat line is down. Captain says it isn’t on our end. And … Mr. Baird wants us to keep the children off the ship until it is time for sailaway. He’s having a meeting. I thought … unless you think they’re too upset … we could cruise the smaller islands for a bit.”

Vit looked at me and I looked Aiden, Al, and Edda over and asked, “Are you fit or do you need a moment?”

Aiden rolled his eyes. “That was nothing. You should have been there when we had the bomb threat at school. I thought the Headmaster and Charlie Polaski’s father were going to …”

“That’s enough,” I said as Al looked a little green.

But the boy said, “I’m fine” before I could ask him and Edda just shrugged. I do not remember being so prosaic at their age. It is somewhat disturbing.

We quickly piled into the boat and from there we did a little island hopping inside Santorini’s flooded caldera. First came Palea Kameni which formed was by a series of eruptions between 197 BC and 47 AD. It is uninhabited but does have a small church built on it hot springs that you can dive into. You can also be grabbed around the waist and tossed in as I was to find out much to everyone’s amusement.

“Have you forgotten that I am a Cossack too?”

“Nii,” Vit said with a huge grin before playfully taking two large steps backwards making everyone laugh even more.

We weren’t there but maybe thirty minutes, but it was a nice distraction. The children also stopped looking at me strangely when they saw Vit and I behaving playfully. Dobbs just shook his head while grinning, but Perry seemed perplexed. I was to find out later why.

Next came Nea Kameni, a round island about a mile and a half across. It is a volcanic cone and has had some major eruptions in recorded history: 1707–1712, 1866–1870, 1925–1928, and 1939-1941. The last small eruption happened in 1950. Nothing since that time which made it safe for us to hike around on the island while I provided a geographic lesson. A good thing as I caught Dobbs and Vit speaking quietly while Perry stayed with the boat.

Our last stop was on Thirassia, one of the five islands created by the volcano Strongili in the year 1700 BC. Unlike the other two islands, Thirassia is inhabited and even has some of the creature comforts of the larger island, including a cash machine though we didn’t need it as Vit had a supply of Euros provided to him by Barney for when the debit card wouldn’t work. The walking and the intense sun made us all thirsty but as we were all on duty, bottled water had to suffice.

We made it back to the yacht after that and the boys quickly changed for dinner as they were “starving” which seems to be a perpetual state for both of them though Al is thin enough that it doesn’t look like he eats regularly. Edda and I joined the family for before dinner drinks … although I played rather than had a glass of wine. I was closing my violin case when Donna Giordano said brittley, “I am given to understand that we should thank you.”

I turned around trying to think what on earth she was talking about when when Vit said, “On the pier.”

“Oh. You’re welcome. But I was just doing my job. Though I hope his brother tossed him in a cold shower. He was inebriated and feeling sorry for himself.”

Baird growled, “You think? I didn’t steal what’s her name. She just told him that to make him crazy.”

I shrugged and repeated my earlier statement about him needing to sober up and find a woman on his own that he can trust. Mr. Baird, showing some sensitivity – or lack of it depending on your point of view – put his arm on the back of the sofa he and Mrs. Baird were sitting on and pulled her close. “Damn I was an idiot for not seeing what users that crowd was sooner.”

Mrs. Baird said, “You knew, you just didn’t care. But then again … I was part of that bunch once upon a time as well.”

Mr. Baird shook his head and said, “No you weren’t. Not really. You had the sense to stay on the outside. As I remember it you were already changing directions when Gregor and his pack came on the scene. Already had the kids at that point. You always were better than the rest of us.”

The kids looked revolted by the “mushy” exchange while the Donna looked on cynically before rolling her eyes and saying, “Regardless, thank you. And the children have permission to learn self-defense so long as they are not injured.”

I saw Mr. and Mrs. Baird looked momentarily surprised and then roll their eyes at what they seemed to consider the woman’s high-handedness.

In the privacy of our cabin Vit did have a few things to say about the incident including but not limited to a request that I not endanger myself in the future as life would not be worth living for him should anything happen to me. I suppose it is true, but it was obvious he was trying to not hurt my feelings with a lecture either. I accepted the very mild rebuke without complaint. It was certainly milder than I could have expected from my siblings.

I also have a feeling that Vit was trying to figure out how to phrase a word about tomorrow. I didn’t give him any ideas and he left off trying. I understand actually. Turkey. Ephesus to be more precise. Turkey is not a place you want to make a spectacle of yourself. Especially in this day and age when visitors are looked at askance.
 

Kathy in FL

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May 19th – Ephesus/Kusadasi, Turkey

I don’t think we sat still but for a moment or two at a time today. I was carrying all three breakfast trays for the children by 6:15 am and they were finished, dressed, and on deck by the time we anchored at 7 am.

Our excursion started right at the Kusadasi Port. We had no sooner sat down in the minivan than we were off and running. We had both driver and guide so while one navigated traffic, the other kept us entertained. We drove through the Kusadasi Gazi Begendi Park then on to Meryemana (The Virgin Mary's House) in Selcuk. It is located on the Aladag Mountains 5 miles away from Ephesus. At the third Ecumenical Council on 431 AD in Ephesus, it was claimed that Mary came to Ephesus with St. John in 37 A.D. and lived there until her death in 48 A.D. After the discovery of the house, the Archbishop of Izmir decreed it as a place of pilgrimage in 1892. On July 26, 1967, Pope Paul VI visited this place and prayed there.

It was finally onto Ephesus, one of the 12 cities of the Ionian League (an ancient Greek district on the western coast of Asia Minor). As a port city Ephesus was a major departure point for trade routes into Asia Minor. We walked through history along marble streets lined with wonderful public buildings, among them the Baths of Scholastica, the Library of Celsus which was built in the beginning of the 2nd century A.D. by Gaius Julius Aquila to be a memorial to his father Gaius Julius Celsus Polemanus, the proconsul of Province of Asia. We also saw the Temple of Hadrian and The Grand Theater, two of the most impressive buildings in Ephesus. The Grand Theatre was built in the 3rd century B.C and it was later expanded to hold 24,000 spectators by the Romans in the 1st century A.D.

Our last stop was The Temple of Artemis (called Diana by the Romans) which was once one of the seven wonders of the ancient world. It was completely rebuilt three times, and it was its final form that was one of the Seven Wonders. But nothing lasts. By 401 AD it had been destroyed and vandalized for the last time. Like everything else it is only ruins remain, but it is still an impressive sight.

Coming back something required us to detour and rather than get back to port early we had to take a side trip to Didyma where we were able to see the ruins of the Temple of Apollo. As we entered, we saw the chiseled head of Medusa and listened as our guide recreate the atmosphere of this enormous Greek temple. We had time to stroll through the remnants of columns and hear about the oracle who lived here and who was the reason this temple is almost as well known as Delphi.

Finally, officials let us know that the road had been cleared – no explanation – and so many large tourist busses tried to get back on the road at the same time that there was a traffic snarl. Being in a smaller minivan gave us the advantage and we got back to the harbor with a little time to spare which we used to walk along a row of shops. Nothing particular struck our fancy but Vit did get me post cards and made sure the children had something to drink to tide them over until the boat arrived, which it did shortly thereafter.

I do not believe that the Donna and Mrs. Baird enjoyed themselves very much. They seemed to be at logger heads and during dinner with Edda I heard something slam … loudly.

“Uh oh. Mama and Grandmama are fighting again.”

“Hmm, perhaps we should give them a little privacy to work things out and ignore them.”

“Grandmama found out that Mama is still nursing Ellie. She won’t let up about it.”

“Edda …”

“It’s true. I heard it from Sofia. I think Mama is right. It is a scientific fact that …”

“Edda.”

“What?”

“It is none of our business. Certainly none of mine. We shouldn’t gossip.”

“Why?”

I proceeded to explain as best I could and she seemed to be considering the matter. I told her that she could read for one hour but then it was lights out. She remains agreeable. I think she is simply happy that she has some time to read without having to do it under the covers in the middle of the night so she isn’t caught.

I returned to my cabin to find that Vit was already there. And in a aggravated mood. “Massage?”

“Please.”

While I did he finally said, “I had hoped there would be no more drama.”

“It was like this before?”

He stopped the automatic yes and then mumbled, “Different. But worse as well. Perhaps this is what you call a one-off.”

“Would you like to go to the mess hall and relax?”

“You … do not mind?”

“Vit you are like a caged lion. It would be cruel to expect you to just sit here and pretend you do not need to go walk things off.”

“I will not leave you every evening caged up like you were on the cruise ship.”

“I wasn’t caged up,” I reminded him. “Go on before it gets any later. Maybe you’ll catch everyone in a shift change or whatever you call it and get to say hello to more of them than you normally do.”

He just came back and while only mildly more relaxed it is better than it was. He said Baird and his wife were sitting calmly on deck cuddling with the baby. I’m still not sure who slammed what but it appears that regardless of what the Donna thinks on the subject, Mr. Baird intends on his wife having her way.

Now it is time for me to have my way and Vit and I do our own bit of cuddling. G’nite.
 

Kathy in FL

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May 20th – Crete (Heraklion), Greece

I really am amazed at how well the children are behaving. Maybe it is their age, or simply that they know if they endure this for less than a month, they will be free to enjoy their summer vacation. Maybe they are old hats with lots of practice at traveling to exotic locales. Either way, it is a relief. I still miss Frankie and Nicholas but the world turns.

We arrived in Crete and then anchored at 8 am. Getting ashore was a little more complicated and local authorities insisted on reviewing everyone’s identity papers before they were allowed to even approach the dock. It gave me queasy feelings, wondering if what happened in England was going to start up again but apparently it was just a formality though there was a certain tone to it like they were looking for someone in particular but didn’t expect to find them.

The day’s adventure began almost immediately after we hit the dock, like the tour group waiting for us had been worried we wouldn’t actually show up. It was another “safari” type tour in a Land Rover. We were the only ones on board until their sales group was able to talk another couple into joining us.

We drove along the coastline and into the Cretan mountains, stopping first at the Aposelemis Basin Reservoir to see an ancient Roman aqueduct. From there we went further into the foothills of the Afendi Mountains for a hearty morning tea which thrilled the kids. The other couple wanted to hurry on since the tea came at our own expense but they had to wait. The man got to sample some raki brandy in the village, called Kastamonitsa, which lifted his spirits but only irritated his wife more. I decided to ignore them the best I could.

The road we travelled followed an ancient Minoan path, winding through scenic mountain passes. All along the way our guide told the history and myths of Crete. We got a glimpse into the local shepherding lifestyle when we visited a mitato to feed the livestock and watch a cheesemaking demonstration. Vit purchased some cheese and raki to take back to the ship which seemed to make the guide more disposed to us.

Next we snapped photos of the Lassithi Plateau on the way to the famous Dikteon Cave, considered the birthplace of Zeus according to Greek mythology. We paid a small entry fee and climbed the rocky steps up to the cave. The couple seemed to finally be getting into the spirit of things though they were breathless by the time they made it to the cave.

After working up an appetite, we broke for lunch at a local taverna, where we chose from traditional and main courses. The adults were served wine with the meal, the children were served fresh grape juice. Both were delicious in my opinion and I would have just had the juice if I hadn’t been worried I would offend our host.

In the afternoon we observed traditional ways of mountain life and handicrafts at the Lassinthos Eco Park and the farming village of Seli, located on the Lassithi Plateau. It reminded me of a living museum with re-enactors.

Our final quick stop was Krassi, known for its natural spring water and 2,000-year-old tree, before we were returned to the pier where the boat was already waiting for us. We hadn’t been due to sailaway until 6 pm but Mr. Baird said that the port authority were acting like nervous old women and had boarded the ship three times during the day to make sure we weren’t going to change our mind about leaving in a timely manner.

It was later that night that I found out from Vit that a party ship with some college kids from the States had pulled into port with a suspected case of measles. Barney asked Vit and I if we had a copy of our shot records and Vit looked at me blankly but I was able to relieve his mind. “I got a copy of yours months ago from Miss Hayworth when Derrick mentioned keeping a copy of all of our medical records for our own files. I have them in The Binder,” I said, referring to the expandable file that I had organized all of our most important papers in.

Vit and I both had an extensive array of vaccinations, at least in part because of all the travelling we’ve done. Some of mine came when I was going on mission trips wit Poppa and Derrick, some were due to university attendance requirements in Florida, and the rest for my job with the Marchands. Vit was in the same boat; his military service, his original employment with Mr. Baird, and then all the countries we visited on the world cruise. The one that I hadn’t had that Vit did have was for rabies.

“Rabies?!” I said, having not been able to read the terrible handwriting of the clerk that had filled his paperwork out.

“Yes, a problem in some areas and Greece being one of them. Also, Hep A and Hep B.”

“Those two I have. Meningitis as well because of my university’s mandatory vaccination schedule. Would it simply be easier for me to go get the papers for you?” I asked the woman.

“Your word and Vit’s is good enough. If this happens again however, I may be forced to change my mind,” Barney said in irritation.

Dylan sent an email on behalf of the entire family. Internet usage in the States is being tightly curtailed. Not only is it a matter of usage in general, but certain key words and phrases can get the email flagged and treated as spam. Even Dylan’s emails are being monitored and Vit and I could tell he was having to twist like a pretzel to avoid the “key words and phrases” while still delivering the message. Since we had no way of knowing what the key words and phrases were all I could do was respond, “Understood. Won’t waste words or bandwidth. Let everyone know that we are fine and our employment is continuing. Love to all, Vit and Veta.”

It seemed a paltry response after what had to have been so much effort on his part, but he’d said to keep it short. Vit said that he will keep any incoming emails and see if there is a pattern of particular words not being used. I should have thought of that.

I washed out our underthings and sponged out our shirts. Thank goodness for drip-dry. But I’m not staying up late tonight. Tomorrow is going to be a very busy day.
 

Kathy in FL

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May 21st – Athens (Piraeus), Greece

I’m not going to sleep until Vit comes back to the room so I might as well write about today. Why Mr. Baird must get so wound up and need both Vit and Barney to “secretary” for him I don’t know. It is after 11 o’clock at night. Even decent bars start quieting down at that hour.

Today was one of those perfect days that makes me want to jump around going “Bucket List! Bucket List! Bucket List!” Ridiculous I know but it is the truth. Athens … not Georgia, USA but Athens, Greece. Oh … my … word!

At first there was a bit of a kurfluffle when the tour company that had been hired notified us at the last second they didn’t have a driver for our group, but I solved that by buying a family-size ticket for the hop-on-hop-off bus that got us from the pier in Piraeus area to the Acropolis, and then around the rest of Athens. I think this actually made better use of our time as busses were given preference on the streets (fuel conservation) where the traffic was already near nightmare proportions.

We got on the bus and skipped the “hop off” until we reached the Acopolis. Wow. I mean just wow. Even the kids were wowing. Barney had efficiently provided us with skip-the-line tickets so we went through security and then straight through to start our tour sans guide which we didn’t need because I had made notes from a GPS my city walk, and because there were so many guides that all we had to do was stand still and we could listen in on what they were saying.

After climbing the steps, we were at the entrance, or the Propylaea, which was completed in 432 BC just before the outbreak of the Peloponnesian wars. To the left is the Pinacotheca and a Hellenistic pedestal and on the right the tiny temple to Nike Athena or the Athena of Victory which commemorates the Athenian’s victory over the Persians. This small temple stands on a platform that was dismantled by the Turks in 1686 so they could use the platform for a large cannon. It was rebuilt between 1836 and 1842 and again taken apart and rebuilt in 1936 when it was discovered that the platform was crumbling. Looking from the propylaea towards Pireaus, which is where the port is, we saw ships waiting outside the port of Pireaus, the islands, and the mountains of the Peloponnesos beyond. Incredible.

The Parthenon and other main buildings on the Acropolis were built by Pericles – yes, that Pericles – in the fifth century BC as a monument to the cultural and political achievements of the inhabitants of Athens. Amazingly, as little as 150 years ago there were still houses being lived in on the Acropolis. In college I had to read Aristophanes’ tale of the Lysistrata women that barricaded themselves on the Acropolis in protest of their men going to war against Sparta and not being home enough. According to the tale, depriving them of sex, cooking, and care won the battle of the sexes … at least that time.

Even having seen a thousand photographs I was not prepared for the immensity of the Parthenon. The building was designed to be the home of a giant statue of Athena. It took 9 years to build and was completed in 438 BC and is said to be the most recognizable structure in the world next to the golden arches of McDonalds. From a temple it became a church, a mosque and finally, a storage facility for Turkish gunpowder. In 1687 a Venetian-launched cannon ball hit the gun powder and blew it up and that’s why the Parthenon is in so many pieces like a partially put together puzzle that got knocked off of the table.

While the boys enjoyed the story of how the Parthenon was blown up, it was at this point that I was able to draw Edda into understanding that science and art go hand in hand. What makes the Parthenon so fascinating is that to look at it you would think that it is made up of inter-changable pieces. For example, the columns are stones placed on top of each other and it looks like you could replace one piece of a column with any of the others. That would be incorrect however. Each piece of the Parthenon is unique and fits together like the world's biggest and heaviest set of Lego blocks. Lines that look straight actually are not. The ancient Greeks understood that to make a line look straight it had to be tapered or curved. The Parthenon is the most imitated building in the world. The restoration work has been going on for decades and will likely go on for decades more.

The next major structure we investigated on the site is the Erecthion which sits on the most sacred site of the Acropolis; where Poseidon and Athena had their contest over who would be the Patron of the city. Poseidon thrust his trident into a rock and a spring burst forth. Athena touched the ground with her spear and an olive tree grew. Athena was declared the victor and the great city of Athens was named for her. Knowing how important the olive has become to Greece I asked which one they thought won and why. It was a trick question and they had to think about it for a moment. The Erecthion sits in what was the northeast corner of what was the original temple that was burned and destroyed by the Persians in 480 bc. The Parthenon, though we call it a temple, was not a place of worship. It was built as a tribute commemorating the Greek victories over the Persians; and, was used as a treasury to store the tribute paid by the other Greek city-states. In other words, the Parthenon was not considered holy, but the Erecthion was.

Below the Acropolis is the theater of Herod Atticus built by the Romans in 161 AD and which is still used today for classical concerts, ballet, performances of high cultural value. Further on is the Theater of Dionysious the first stone theater and home to Sophocles, Aeschylus, Euripides and Aristophanes. It was rebuilt around 342 BC by Lykourgos and then enlarged by the Romans to be used for gladiator fights.

I could have kept going but we needed to get back to the HOHO bus and continue our tour of the city. We stopped briefly for pictures at the famous Temple of Zeus and then went on to the Parlaiment and National Gardens.

The imposing building was constructed in 1842 as a palace for King Otto, Greece’s first king after independence. However, over the next 70 years, the building suffered serious neglect and in 1923, during a housing shortage, it acted as a homeless shelter if you can believe that. After the return of parliamentary government in 1926, the building was gutted, renovated and re-opened. The changing of the guards that takes place all day every hour on the hour, performed is by the Presidential Guard in front of the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. The Greek military dress costume is … unique. It looks like they are wearing a fluffy kilt with white hose and their shoes have pompoms on them. The march is just as unique and I’m not sure I can even describe it. I took a video, or I swear Charlie would never believe me. The Gardens were originally planted in 1839 as the Royal Garden of Queen Amalia, who had her horticulturalists bring in 15,000 domestic and exotic plants, many of which still live … or their descendants live anyway. The garden was opened to the public in 1923 and many classical statues dot the garden. There’s also a small zoo and a duck pond, neither of which we had time for.

The next fives stops were squares … Omonia, Karaiskaki, Monastiraki, Kotzia, and Snytagma … each with their own unique features and histories that I did my best to impart without sounding like a droning record and putting everyone to sleep.

The next hop-off we did was the Ancient Olympic Stadium also known as the Panathenaic Stadium; another place we had skip the line tickets for. Wow was it swealtering in there despit it only being May as it is made completely of marble. The Panathenaic Stadium is a classical monument and one of the most significant monuments not only for Athens, but for the whole Greece. It was built in 1896 for the first modern Olympics in the ruins of an ancient marble stadium that was built in 329 BC for the Panathenaic Games, by Lycurgus, replacing an even older stadium made of wood. In 140 AD it was enlarged and renovated by Herodes Atticus to seat 50,000 people. During the 1896 Olympics the current stadium held 80,000 people, almost twice the number it was meant to seat. And it is still where the Olympic flame starts its journey to the cities hosting each winter and summer Olympic games since that time.

Next came Vit’s favorite part … the area known as the Plaka which is the oldest section of Athens. Most of the streets have been closed to automobile traffic, though pedestrian still must do some fancy stepping to avoid a speeding Vespa or a delivery truck. At one time it was the nightclub district, but most of these closed down when the government put into effect sound ordinances which outlawed amplified music in the neighborhood in the 1970s in an effort to get rid of undesirables and clean the area up. It worked. It is now an area of restaurants, jewelry stores, tourist shops, and sidewalk cafes. It is very commercialized, but it is still a neighborhood and arguably the nicest neighborhood we saw in Athens. Most of the restaurants are typical tourist places but the quality of food is not bad and we all had gyros that were delicious and quite filling. The shops were crammed full of stuff of all descriptions from pricey pottery and masks to cheap souvenirs you can buy by the dozen to take home to all the grandchildren … or so declared one shop owner.

Vit’s eyes lit up and I couldn’t help but laugh at his enjoyment. I’ve never seen a man who enjoys shopping as much as he does. In turn he laughed at how much effort I put into selecting the postcards. Had I bought all the ones I wanted I would have wound up with a file box full from Athens alone. Even the kids bought some odds and ends on their own.

The shop owners were certainly happy and eager to take our money. That’s when I noticed there were a lot of people looking but not nearly as many people making purchases. Vit noted it as well but used it to haggle down prices. He didn’t even need to use me as an interpreter because most of the shopkeepers spoke more than just a little English.

We had already shipped home quite a bit of wine but Vit still picked up a couple bottles of locally bottled and some ouzo as well. For our shipboard treat he got honey and some Greek teas. I’m sitting here drinking a cup and it is divine.

I suppose we could have gone to the Acropolis Museum but the kids said they’d been to the British Museum to see the Elgin Marbles and none of us were interested in being stuck inside on such a glorious day. And we still had hours to go as it was to be a late day in port. It was a bit of a pain to carry our packages but not too bad though we were careful of pickpockets. Since our morning guide had also been our evening guide, we knew we had to make new plans or go back to the ship early and the kids definitely were against that idea. However, the only thing we could find was a walking food tour that ended in a Greek dance show. Thankfully all three of them seemed intrigued rather than put off.

We went back, as instructed, to Monastiraki Square to begin our tour. Our guide was there dressed, as promised, in a garish pink “I Love Athens” t-shirt. Good grief that had to be the brightest pink I have ever seen. Starting immediately, we listend to the young man share fascinating insights into Greek cuisine and explain the tastings that followed. First stop we headed into a centuries-old cafe for our first bite of a Greek specialty of the day — koulóuria. It is a traditional Greek breakfast item, crunchy on the outside, but soft on the inside. Next came a pastry shop to sample custard-filled filo squares and loukoumades. Oh … my … goodness. These golden puffs are sinfully delicious and unlike any donut I’ve ever eaten before. Not just filled but doused in sweet syrup and sprinkled with cinnamon and walnuts, loukoumades are delicious.

We continued and at the next stop we sank our teeth into a pie at an authentic Greek bakery, the sampled sampling local cheese at one of district’s cheese stores. Onto the busy meat and fish market of Varvakios Agora. We strolled passed many stalls, each bursting with color and aromatic produce, and tasted some homegrown coffee. A unique and acquired taste for some, Greek coffee is brewed in a traditional small pot and served with foam on top and grounds at the bottom of the cup. When I drink coffee, which isn’t often, I really dislike grounds in the bottom of the cup but to each his own I guess.

Then our guide took us to visit some hidden specialty food stores and Vit purchased a selection of fresh fruit, olives, cheese, ham and other deli produce for a late-night picnic. We also headed to a small souvenir shop to sample Greek yogurt, local wine, aged aromatized vinegar, organic olive oil and honey. Our final stop was the chance to wander down Evripidou Street. The air was scented with clove and cinnamon, as the guide explained this exotic street is famous for the herb and spice shops that have thrived there since the early 20th century. Amazingly a few of the shops were still open and I looked at Vit before diving in and buying a sampling of what was on offer.

We hurried to catch a taxi and make it to the pier on time. We wound up having to wait for the boat and I could see Vit watching closely while I tried to keep the kids, particularly Al, from falling asleep on their feet. A car pulled up at the same time that Vit said the boat was nearly to the pier. When the driver opened the door, the Bairds and the Donna poured out. Mr. Baird stood between his wife and his mother in law and it looked like the Donna was on the losing end of the latest disagreement. The boat pulled up and we all boarded with packages that took up even more room.

And I hear Vit at the door finally. We both need to get some sleep after such a long day.
 

Kathy in FL

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May 22nd – Nafplion, Greece

Both Vit and I were tired this morning. We used up a lot of our physical reserves in Dover, and let’s be honest, Vit is still healing from being shot and sleeping in a twin bed together hasn’t exactly been optimal and a few times the temptation of finally completing what we’ve tried to put off is hard to resist. I think everyone is tired … not the crew but the Bairds. The boys were a little sullen this morning. Edda not so much but she was certainly more quiet than normal. Come to find out the baby, who is in the cabin that she shares a wall with, cried a lot during the night.

I was trying to pretend to be “bright eyed and bushy tailed” but I could have stood another cuppa of strong, blank tea myself. Luckily our driver was at the pier to meet us and it was a short drive to reach Palamidi Castle, which dominates the whole town and the Gulf of Argolis. The Castle, dating back to the 18th Century, originally had only one access – 890 steps you had to climb – but today, busses can drive right up to the gate. We toured the castle with a knowledgeable docent and then enjoyed some free time outside during which we took pictures.

From there we continued on to Epidaurus and walked through the beautiful groves to arrive at the famous Theatre, one of the best-preserved monuments of antiquity in the world. However, I’ve now heard that description for so many things that I begin to wonder exactly which time I heard it is really true. The Theatre is outstanding and is still able to seat 14,000 people.

Next came a local museum where we viewed some exhibits and then we drove through beautiful orange and lemon groves of Argolis to arrive at Mycenae. On arrival, we were thankfully treated to a typical Greek lunch, accompanied with local wine, in a traditional restaurant located in the modern village of Mycenae. Dolmadakia (Stuffed Grape Leaves), Tomatokeftedes (Santorini Tomato Fritters), Greek Salad (Choriatiki), Keftethes (Meatballs), Saganaki (Fried Cheese), and Souvlaki (well-cooked seasoned meat flavored with tzatziki sauce). For dessert there was baklava, Galaktoboureko (Greek version of a custard pie except made with many folds of phyllo), or halva (semolina pudding which is sweetened by syrup and studded with nuts). We were all nearly rolling out of the restaurant, but our next activity took care of that.

After lunch we walked up the ramp of ancient Mycenae and through the Lion’s Gate, to enter into Mycenae’s acropolis. Today it is nothing but a ruin but everywhere you look are echoes of Homer’s Iliad. The Grave Circle, the Cyclopean Walls, the foundations of the Palace where Agamemnon lived, the Postern Gate, the entrance to the Underground Cistern, and the famous vaulted tomb. We finished exploring Mycenae by visiting the archaeological museum. The museum shows more than two thousand objects from Mycenae and its surroundings.

The day was not over yet though I was beginning to worry we would be late getting back for our pickup at the pier. We drove along the coastline until we reached the Corinth Canal where we made a brief stop. The Corinth Canal connects the Gulf of Corinth with the Saronic Gulf in the Aegean Sea. It cuts through the narrow Isthmus of Corinth and separates the Peloponnese from the Greek mainland, arguably making the peninsula an island. Our guide told us it is considered one of the great engineering accomplishments of modern Greece. Dug through the Isthmus at sea level, it has no locks. It is four miles in length but is only seventy feed wide at its base. The canal was constructed from 1880 to 1893, however, it is something that shipowners and captains had dreamed about for some 2000 years before it became a reality.

Then it was on for a quick stop in ancient Corinth which was once one of the most important cities in ancient Greece. It was there, in what was a megalopolis of its time, where the Apostle Paul arrived, worked and established a church (think I and II Corinthians in the Christian Bible), and, where later, he wrote two of his epistles, which are now part of the New Testament. Also located in the ruins is the Temple of Apollo, one of the oldest temples in Greece dating back to the 6th century B.C.


Despite how interesting everything was there were a few times I struggled to stay awake while we were being driven from place to place. Unusual for me, the woman who can make it for long stretches on just four or five hours of sleep each night, so I suspect I need to check my diet and include some foods higher in iron. I wish I hadn’t sent my vitamins home. Vit promised that he’d be back from dinner early tonight so we could get some extra rest. I’m only writing because Edda fell asleep early, not even asking to read, and so that I can keep myself awake for Vit. However, I may have to prop my eyes open at the rate I’m sinking. I better get up and put away the postcards I purchased today or they might have to sit there until the next sea day.
 
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