Post Cards & French Bread!
This morning I went to shore to my favorite little town iles des Saints and wondered the streets to find a bakery to get a fresh baked bread for lunch. I was able to find such a place and bought a baguette that was a yard long and enjoyed walking about with this bread and felt like a true French local as we were all walking with fresh bread. I purchased some post cards and walked to the post office. As I approach the front gate I was told by a young man my age in French that it was closed. I told him in French I didn’t speak French and without hesitation he said in English “Fukien closed! Holiday” then we spoke in a mix of French and English for a few blocks as we walked where everything was and how I could get postage stamps to mail them. So I went to a few little shops and found stamps, but was stumped on how the yellow mail box worked and decided I would fill the post cards out on the boat and then return to that strange mail box. I then jumped into the dingy and rowed back to Dragonsbane for the work out. Most of my day was toiling with Dragonsbane working on the water maker and changing the oil on the Honda generator. After many hours my dad and I accomplished fixing the water maker and I changed the oil in the generator.
As we worked I dropped my mom off in town and let her wonder about. She happened to figure out the mail box issue and bought fresh potatoes from the market and came back aboard to cook up a great beef roast with potatoes, and mushrooms in the pressure cooker. The boat smelled of roast beef and as we finished up cleaning the boat we sat down and had cocktails. Then enjoyed the meal she had prepared with the little French town, basking in moonlight as our back drop and listened to French music over the radio. I must say life is good on the sea and tomorrow I will wonder out into the ocean to Dominica Island.