Sailing Papillon

As we are in Mexico, we are going to take the opportunity to visit some friends who live here.  This means I may or may not post for a coupl...

The backseat driver informs me that I've been lax on photo updates.  This is true.  Most of the time I'd have as much luck uploading...

One of the joys of living on a boat is ignoring the time.   My watch sits on a shelf for days at a time, and were it not for Indy’s keenl...

Boat people are a jolly folk.  Maybe it comes of the internal resilience needed to cope with each new day and the things that will surely br...

Little strikes fear into the desiccated husk that is my heart like the prospect of dealing with Customs and Immigration. This is odd for ...

Hello, all and sundry.  This is just an administrative post.  My computer, my sad and long-suffering Vaio has decided it has had enough.  It...

Well, I had planned to write a stunning post of supreme awesomeness this morning, but I'm afraid it is not to be.  All weather predictio...

One thing I've noticed about Florida, it is full of motor boats.  Little fishing boats, condo-like trawlers, Bond Villain speeders and f...

Step 1:  If you want to eat it, first you have to catch it. Reel her in, boys! Step 2:  Pause to look triumphant. Behold the majestic ...

Here is Erik.  He is a handsome young man of German extraction. Don't doubt me and my winning smile! ...or is he?  Behold, Scottish...

No, really? The eagle-eyed among you will notice that we haven't moved in a while.  As I mentioned in a previous post, we've be...

Before embarking on this little adventure, I fancied myself a veteran of home renovations. Over the course of five years, Erik and I did ev...