Espada fish at the market in Funchal.
After nine glorious days at sea, daily rounds of taken-way-too-seriously trivia, eating, drinking and merriment, it was time for a port stop in Funchal, Madeira. Some were delighted by the idea of getting off the ship (“finally!”), but I was ambivalent. On the one hand, it certainly . . . → Read More: Funchal, Madeira: The Market, The Wine and The Flowers
One of the Thomas Keller desserts. This one has a false bottom. The ramekin just looks deep.
Every evening, before dinner, the crowd begins to gather at the Observation Bar for cocktails, while another crowd gathers in The Club. Whichever venue you choose, the drinks are flowing. Upstairs in the Observation Bar, Martin delighted . . . → Read More: Seabourn Quest: The Food, Part II (and Thomas Keller)
Yes, lamb chops for breakfast are a thing. A very, very good thing.
It would be absurd to try to cram all of the deliciousness into one post, so I’ll be dividing this among two posts. (I’ll save the controversial Thomas Keller partnership for next time.) In general, the food aboard the Seabourn Quest . . . → Read More: Seabourn Quest: The Food, Part 1
Making cocktails poolside.
The most commonly asked question, by far, when friends heard we would be embarking on a transatlantic cruise was “Won’t you be bored with nine straight days at sea? You’ll have nothing to do!” I did not think for a second that we would be bored as we are perfectly happy . . . → Read More: What To Do When You Have Nothing To Do?
Calm seas after day 1.
I don’t get seasick. Well, historically I haven’t gotten seasick. Until now. After months of planning, assembling a group of travelers, fretting over what to pack (warm weather, cool weather?) and researching port stops, our Transatlantic cruise aboard the beautiful Seabourn Quest had finally arrived. I brought the sea . . . → Read More: Don’t Drink Too Much Water (and other dubious medical advice)
Short ribs, before the grill.
Last summer a friend of mine introduced me to my new obsession: the best kosher meat available. Over the years, I have become increasingly more aware of food choices, but I am most definitely a carnivore, and that is not changing. I’m not trading in my ribeyes for tofu, . . . → Read More: Grow and Behold: The Best Kosher Meat
In the weeks leading up to our vacation, I tried to be good about my eating. Really. I exercised as much as possible, which was, sadly, not quite enough. I avoided fried foods and carbs, at least in theory. So when the folks at Chobani sent over this graphic (and a coupon, scroll to the . . . → Read More: 100 Calories (and a Chobani Coupon for You)
Honeymooning in Hawaii is a beautiful thing. Before I had the opportunity to plan other couples’ amazing vacations, FKGuy and I went to Hawaii on our Honeymoon. With ten days on Maui and Kauai, we had a fantastic trip. Ordering wine doesn’t usually lead to a quirky only-on-an-island story, but, this time was different.
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I don’t mind getting lost on vacation. It often leads to discovering cool shops, bars or sometimes, the wrong part of town. But it is always more interesting than following a computer. After all, no great story started by using a GPS.
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Image from Wikipedia
As I perused the itinerary for our transatlantic cruise (today is, surprise, another sea day), I was delighted to see that we will stop in Malaga. We’ve never been to the Costa Del Sol, so this will be a pleasant port day. Malaga is the birthplace of Pablo Picasso.
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