Monday, January 27, 2025

Repositioning Cruise from Europe to S. America

 

our route


For years I'd heard about "repositioning cruises," when a ship is relocated from one part of the world to another. A lot of full-time travelers use them to avoid long flights and jet lag, to enjoy a variety of ports, and to save money. Repo cruises tend to cost about the same as a long-haul flight, with two or more weeks of food, accommodation, and entertainment thrown in.

Chris Englert and Steve Goodfriend, who found the Nomad Life group, told us they planned to travel from Europe to S. America this way in December 2024. This couple has embraced being nomadic and minimalistic for four years, traveling the world full-time with mere carry-ons. They share resources and strategies in their website, You Tube channel, and books.

Dave and I were enticed, as were 15 others, to join them on the Norwegian Star. I'd yet to meet Chris in person, but we had a history of giving each other feedback on our manuscripts. Her blurb appears on the cover of Wanderland.


Tavira Castle was built in the 10th c. by the Moors


Dave and I picked up Chris and Steve in our rental car in the Algarve for the drive to Lisbon, the port of embarkation. When we finally came together in real life, it felt like hugging old friends.

Dave and I had circled back to Portugal after a month in Spain. I adored the seaside village of Tavira, with the idyllic River Gilao running through the town. With its gorgeous architecture, it has the aesthetic of a mini Paris. There, and in the the nearby adorable town of Cabanas, we took ferries to the barrier islands, peaceful places with long beaches and little eateries.

This enjoyment was hard earned after the drama we'd been dealing with, First, I'd had to go to the doctor who administered a shot of cortisone to relieve my ghoulishly swollen eyes due to some kind of allergic reaction. Next, we'd had to change accommodations because of loud and maybe drugged-out neighbors.




monk skulls

And then...our rental car was keyed. We'd parked in a public lot in Faro so we could gawk at the eerie site of over a thousand monk skeletons in the Capel dos Ossos (Bone Chapel). When we returned, we discovered scratches all the way down the driver's side. Soon we learned that the insurance would not cover such damage. I was sure we were screwed out of $1,000 but then thought to call Capital One Visa who assured us such coverage was a card benefit. We sent in a tidal wave of paperwork and are hoping we'll be reimbursed.


Cabanas Island ferry


What a relief when we got the car out of our hands and checked into a Lisbon hotel in the Alfama district where we spent one night, close enough to walk to the cruise port in the next morning. The streets were lively with musicians, vendors, and art. The next morning at sunrise, the Norwegian Star loomed large and lovely from the overlook. 


Look closely and you can see the ship.

Walking down those steep cobblestone streets with our luggage was tricky, but check-in was easy. In fact, the "cattle call" aspects of cruising were absent our full 17 days. Rarely did we have to wait in a line. The ship docked at each of the seven ports, so we never had to take a tender. And, incredibly, it was smooth sailing the entire time--although my body always felt a bit asway.


Women nomads representing!


Being aboard with a group of friends was super fun. (To see a few of them, including us, check out this video.) It was a vibrant social scene with deliberate and spontaneous gatherings. We ate meals together, watched shows and enjoyed live music, danced, played group trivia and cards and Scrabble, swam in the pool and soaked in the jacuzzis, and walked the decks in the sea air. Every morning Dave and I led yoga sessions. It was like adult summer camp!

At any moment, I could hear various languages being spoken. At least 60 nationalities were represented by guests and staff. At one point, a Japanese man and I struck up a conversation. When I mentioned I was originally from California, he said 45 years ago he'd attended San Jose State University to learn English...the very place I used to teach!

There were several restaurants, but I preferred the choices at the buffet. Dave liked it, too, but as a non-lactose guy he struggled with milk being an ingredient in unlikely dishes, such as Asian and Indian food. When he told a server that he was disappointed at the lack of dairy-free desserts, a manager arranged to have one made for him every day. 

Seasoned cruisers seemed to think the ship was "just okay"--but I liked its design and our room, too, with its comfy bed and window looking out to the passing sea. My only complaints: the jacuzzis could have been hotter and the library bigger. I felt like an excited kid the morning we woke up to the ship trimmed in holiday decor.


Christmassy atrium


I enjoyed each port as well. We didn't use the cruise's excursions, which are convenient but expensive and often crowded. Instead, we either hired our own drivers in town or arranged tours with Airbnb Experiences or Get Your Guide. Other times we took self-guided walks using the GPS My City app.

1. In Funchal, Madeira, a Portuguese archipelago in the North Atlantic, I did a walk with Chris and Steve through the picturesque town and seaside.


Chris & Steve at a pandemic "we will hug again" installation.

the market

cathedral

swimmers


2. At Tenerife in Spain's Canary Islands, Dave and I strolled around downtown Santa Cruz then hired a driver to take us to Mount Teide. This volcano is the highest point above sea level in the island of the Atlantic. We drove up the spine of the mountain range with spectacular views around every bend and emerged above the clouds.


Tenerife market


above the clouds


Dave on the volcano

3. Porto Grande, Cabo Verde, an African island country, sits off Dakar, Senegal. At the port-of-call, Mindelo, we walked around downtown, feeling we could have been in the Caribbean. A guide drove us around the island, which was stark outside the city. At Salamansa Beach, we watched kite boarders against a backdrop of volcanic mountains.


dog and fish





4. After we steamed across the Atlantic in three days, crossing the equator, we pulled up to Recife, Brazil. Near a vast beach swarming with families, Dave, Chris, Steve, and I met up with our guide and hopped on bikes. He led us through various communities, from expensive condo high-rises to poor barrios. We saw the Parque de Esculturas, an impressive and surreal sculpture garden created by Brazilian artis Francisco Brennan as a gift to the city in the year 2000. The main piece among the 100 sculptures is the 105-foot tall Crystal Tower made of clay and bronze.

Next we loaded the bikes onto a ponga to cross the channel to the city center. There, at a bustling street fair, we ran into friends from the boat and had lunch together.


approaching Recife


Parque de Esculturas


Love seeing a city by bike.


5.  At Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, a driver took the four of us to the famous beaches of Copacabana and Ipanema. As in Recife, I was amazed by the art everywhere, especially Escadaria Selaron, a landmark public stairway adorned with colorful hand-painted tiled by artist Jorge Selaron. It was a crowded, happy scene.

Next we ventured into Real Gabinete Portuguese de Leitura, aka Portuguese Reading Room, established in 1837 by immigrants. When Chris and I, two writers and book lovers, walked into this magnificent gothic style building with the largest collection of Portuguese books outside of Europe, we were so affected we hugged each other, teary eyed. 


Olympic-era mural



Chris & me at Copacabana with Clarice Lispector (1920-1977),
Jewish Ukrainian novelist who escaped the pogams in Brazil.



Escadera Selaron





One wall of the amazing reading room

6. Montevideo, Uruguay, was a sweet surprise. This city of 1.4 million has a hippy, Art Deco charm. We saw a plaza dedicated to LGBTQ people, tarot card readers, and street markets selling exquisite vintage items. We wandered into an incredible bookstore, Libreria Puro Verso, in a stunning building erected in 1917. I left wanted to see more of Uruguay one day.


a gem of a bookstore


so welcoming to see Pride flags


vintage


tarot


gorgeous architecture


7. Buenos Aires, Argentina, our last stop. We spent a month there, so my next entry will be all things BA.

I wasn't sure how I'd feel about cruising for so long. At about day 14, I felt ready to sleep on a non-swaying bed. But would I do it again? Yes! And I plan to.



If you're interested in our life of housesitting, budget travel, and living in Mexico, check out my books Wanderland: Living the Traveling Life and Call It Wonder: An Odyssey of Love, Sex, Spirit & Travel.




Tuesday, December 31, 2024

Spain & Morocco --- And a Reason We Travel

1. Colorado 

2. London/Salisbury 

3. Coastal England

4. Marple/Liverpool/Sandbach

5. Wales

6. Paris

7.  Adventures in Portugal


Flamenco supplies for sale


Given that we'd heard that the house we'd rented in El Puerto de Santa Maria had leaked during record rains, we drove with some trepidation from Portugal to the Cadiz province of Spain. 

The four-hour trip took us from the Algarve  through an unintended detour along a dirt road where we plodded along behind a horse and buggy. We'd been looking for a highly-recommended restaurant for lunch. There was no one in the place when we finally arrived, but every table had a "reserved" sign, so we were turned away. It was All Souls Day; perhaps the place was filled with spirits.

Our house...with the Taverna la Gaviota (Seagull Bar) below

We finally got fortified with food for the second half of the trip to a 130-year-old house in the center of El Puerto's old town. It was a Saturday, and the house was abuzz with patrons in the bar below. Every window was open to help to dry out the walls, some of which were streaked with water. Fortunately, the bedroom was dry and the house was in good shape. From the rooftop we could see the sun set over the castle.


El Castillo de San Marcos

The next morning, Dave went out to check on the rental car. When he returned, he sullenly informed me it was gone. I felt myself go pale, hoping I'd booked the right insurance in case of theft. He assured me it had probably been towed because the other cars on that street were gone, too.

I texted the homeowners, knowing they probably wouldn't respond for hours since it was the middle of the night in California. Our research revealed a police station about six blocks away. We set off, half laughing at the wackiness of our lives.

I exhaled when we learned that yes, our car had been towed. A cop indicated it was held in a fenced lot next door--and that it would cost $200 USD to get it back.

The cop explained in slow Spanish that the street we'd parked on became a taxi-only zone in the evening. He showed us on his cell phone a picture of a sign that apparently indicated thus. But when we went back to that street, we didn't find said sign. We called the event Tourist Tax.

We discovered later that only $100 was charged to our credit card. For some reason the universe gave us a 50% discount, which I especially appreciated given the next car calamity that would happen in a month (stay tuned).


Malecon of Playa de Valdelagana

El Puerto de Santa Maria, which has about 90,000 inhabitants, was conquered in the 8th century by the Moors, whose influence is evident in much of the architecture--and the fact that the castle retains features of a mosque it was built over.


Castle's Moorish influence


Christopher Columbus's first expedition to the Americas set sail from here. His pilot, Juan de la Cosa, drew his world map--the first that included the coast of the New World--in El Puerto in 1500. A bust of de la Cosa and a replica of his map were exhibited a few steps from our house.


Puerto's Port Sherry


The flat streets made for easy walking, as did the lack of traffic and crowds since we were there off season. Even though the cafes were lively, the town itself had a lot of empty and dilapidated buildings.



Octoberfest in November, in Puerto's town square


I especially enjoyed strolling along the beaches, shorelines, and a shady green space on the dunes. 


dunes

One pristine day we took the ferry to Cadiz. Winding streets opened up into large squares populated with outdoor cafes and street musicians. Cadiz is considered the most ancient city still standing in Western Europe. The Phoenicians established a port here in the 7th century. Knowing this, I thought about lives overlapping throughout the ages.


Approaching Cadiz


Roman amphitheater in Cadiz


Streets of Cadiz


When our friend Jimmy came to visit for a week, we launched into full tourist mode, going to a flamenco performance, enjoying evening tapas, touring the castle, and seeking out a sports bar to watch American football. 


Jimmy orating at the castle.


Jimmy's desire for a Packers game took us a beautiful area called Rota, that has a long malecon and square with an old church. The bar had great food--and we met all kinds of local characters.


Rota iglesia

Rota malecon

Jimmy at the Plaza del Toro, 
where bullfights happen in the summertime.


One day the guys went sherry tasting at the famous Osborne Bodega just a few steps from our front door. Like port, sherry is fortified wine--but the former comes from Portugal, whereas the latter is from Spain's Andalusia region. 


tapas

Another day we took the ferry to Tangier, Morocco for a wonderful food and city tour. We lucked out with perfect weather and a great guide, 19-year-old Saad who grew up there and is majoring in international politics and economics, just like Dave did.

Saad was sweet and soft-spoken. He said it's rude in his culture to speak loudly. After all my years of teaching, I tend to project, so I reined myself in! 

I'd been to Tangier once before, 14 years ago, and was hounded to buy things. This time the experience was more tranquil. Most people either ignored us or smiled.

Tangier was more stunning than I'd remembered.


Tangier cats


Garbanzo bean pancake stand
(that's Saad behind the guy with the red cap)



Spice shop



Sadd's friend showing a page of the
Washington Post that featured his coffee kiosk



Best olives of my life.


We stuffed ourselves with coffee and tangines and breads and olives and desserts and mint tea. We walked along the twisting streets and got some amazing views. There were darling cats everywhere, clearly fed and tended for. One crawled onto my lap while I sipped  mint tea overlooking the Strait of Gibraltar.


Little lover on my lap, with mint tea


When I told Saad I'd been a university professor, he said he was honored to spend the day with me. He tried to say no to our big tip, but we insisted he take it for his education.

I'm writing this over a month later, and just yesterday I received a message from Saad:

Merry Christmas! ... Here are some pictures from my trip to Greece that I wanted to share with you because I told you  I was going, and you encouraged me to go and experience a new culture (that was awesome 🤩). Thank you for your support and everything. I appreciate it so much.

As I type this out, I can feel my heart expanding. It's hard to think of a greater reason to travel than the people we meet, whose lives we touch as they do ours.


If you're interested in our life of housesitting, budget travel and living in Mexico, check out my books Wanderland: Living the Traveling Life and Call It Wonder: An Odyssey of Love, Sex, Spirit & Travel