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Nov 30 2019
It’s autumn, as we know.
One of the few good things at this time of the year is, that many winemaker open their doors and invite you to test their new wines!
Patrik and I usually visit the nearest ones, mostly because one has to get home again somehow… But also, their wines are convincing and we like to support the locals.
So last weekend we visited Juliana & Stefan Traber, at our neighbor village called Dietingen. Their wines became even more attractive since he changed the label a couple of years ago (it was unbelievably…..well, suboptimal…afore). Although, we didn’t have much time actually, we went for a quick visit to say hello and test a couple of wines. Yes, very tasty, so we bought a couple of boxes, plus a grappa. We met some other friends, but had to say good bye….. Next time, guys J
Unfortunately, we don’t have many pictures of this happening, plus it was still daylight – not as cozy, as in the dark, with open fires and candles.
This weekend, our “neighbour” Hausammann, with their impressive winery, has open house.
Patrik and I decided to visit them on Friday evening. Firstly, the atmosphere is amazing in the dark, with its lights and the lovingly arranged Christmas decoration!
Secondly, Patrik has to travel to Siberia on Sunday morning and needs the Saturday to pack his cases and arrange a few things for his journey, into the freezing cold!
We very much enjoyed the evening, chatted to the Hausammann family, tasted their sparkling – and not sparkling – wines, accompanied by some cheese and fresh bread. Naturally, some friends also showed up.
We tried to capture the magic of the evening, voilà:
We wish you all a glistening and happy Advent Season!
Nov 22 2019
The other day, Patrik has been contacted from Igor – the owner of the lovely “Osteria No 6” in Albenga . This time it wasn’t only small talk or sharing recipes.
Yeah, Igor and Patrik keep a casual contact, joking with each other and sending pics with tasty meals to and fro.
We also know that he and Donatella – his wife – like to drive to Loano every now and then and pay a visit to our Luna Azzurra. Every time sending us a picture or two with some comments! It makes us happy of course, knowing that someone cares so much about our baby.
This time Igor informed us, that he drove there after a bad weather period, with rain and strong winds. And luckily he did so, because he wrote that the cover of the plotter had flown away and was lying close to the waters edge.
He also tightened the ropes, since Luna Azzurra had a bit too much of freedom to move around… It actually crossed my mind when I saw the webcam pictures, just a day or two earlier.
Well, of course Patrik thanked him and we both agree, that we are very lucky having Igor and Donatella being so attached to the boat. Even driving there sometimes and look after her – we must say, we are very touched about it!
So, Igor and Donatella, a big GRAZIE MILLE to both of you! Next time we meet we’ll make it up to you guys, promise!
Until then, I’m sure there will be a few more recipes shared and one or two more jokes told!
It feels incredibly good to have friends like this!
Igor’s “Osteria No 6” in Albenga is well and truly recommended! Not only his cooking skills is worth a visit, but also the cozy ambience! You’ll find him under:
Nov 16 2019
Patrik and I have been searching and searching……..sadly, we found none!
I talk about ideas for this weeks post. Amazingly, we simply couldn’t come up with a good idea – one, worth writing about (better nothing than some crappy yaaaaawn – story)!
Might be the early winter blues….who knows?!
So, sorry folks, no report this time! But we do wish you a wonderful and comfy weekend – I’ll be busy doing my Italian homework. What fun have you planned?
Ciao a tutti e a prossima settimana,
Nov 09 2019
Already November – can you believe it?
Well, that means not only cold and unpleasant weather, it’s also the month’s with most birthdays in our family!
On Thursday, the 7th, it was my dad’s and yesterday it was mine! On the 26th it’s my brothers birthday (OK, he doesn’t belong to us Scorpios anymore). Then, there are many friends and acquaintances also celebrating their big days in November! A party month actually, hahaha….
Anyway, since my birthday happened to be on a Friday this year, my parents, Patrik and I decided to take the chance and go out for dinner! My mum booked a table in a lovely Italian restaurant in Winterthur a week ago – since it is quite small, you have to be in good time to book a table. Thanks again, Mams. It’s called “Cantinetta and offers specialities from Tuscany – yummyyyy!
At 19h we met at the restaurant – inside – since the weather was typical november-ish with rain and only approx 3 deg. C! *brrrrrrrrrr*
With a glass prosecco as aperitif, we chose our dinner and a suitable wine. It actually took some time, despite the small menu card – small but nice, indeed!
Anyway, starting with a sallad followed by a very tasty main course we enjoyed a lovely evening together. The staff was exceptionally pleasant and attentive.
We finished our dinner with a espresso each and went outside – into the chilly evening. Together we walked for a short distance until is was time to say good bye. My parents came by bus and Patrik and I had our car.
Wish you all a cozy weekend, so long!
Oct 26 2019
This week, on October 23rd, was Gulliver’s 13th day of death and I wanted to remember him with this post.
He was our beautiful and very special cat, which Patrik and I adopted, when we were still living in Sweden.
That’s the story:
In spring 2004 Patrik and I thought having a cat would be nice and so I started to search in the internet for animal shelters.
We didn’t have any particular ideas about the type of cat, I just wanted to have a black one and it shouldn’t be too young. We thought between 5-8 years would be ideal.
Of course there were plenty of black cats, of all ages and each with its own story. I clicked through them, thinking, when the “right one” appears, I’ll know.
And so it was. A picture of a huge black male called Gulliver caught my attention. Sadly, he was a bit older, than we were looking for…. 12 years according to the ad. So I continued looking for another, younger cat, but somehow always came back to him.
Well, it looked like he was THE ONE!
I talked to Patrik and we decided that I would call the shelter and see if he’s still available.
Yes, he was. According to them he was an indoor cat, but probably would be happy to stroll around outside every now and then. That was no problem for us, since we lived in a very quiet area and we were willing to mount a cat flap for our new family member.
The woman also told us that the former owner got mentally ill and wanted to put him to sleep. Luckily, the vet thought differently. After all he was a healthy cat, a senior, but nevertheless healthy. So, he contacted the animal shelter and they picked him up immediately.
A bit hesitantly she also added, that he is actually not 12 anymore….he..erm…was 14 years now. Meant, since two years he was waiting for a new home.
That was a bit of an unexpected surprise, but Patrik and I realized that it was too late – we had already made up our minds: Gulliver would be our new companion! I mean who would adopt a 14 year old cat, when dozens of younger ones were available? The poor animal most probably would die without having experienced a proper home again! An unbearable thought…
So I called again and told her that Gulliver had found a new home with us!
Arrangements had to be made, since he came from Stockholm, 500 km away from Gothenburg, where we lived. Luckily, someone she knew was in Stockholm and would travel home – to Gothenburg – the next week and she would take Gulliver with her. Perfect!
That meant the next few days I was busy with buying “cat things”, like beds, toys, a climbing tree, dishes, a sandbox, sand, food….you name it!
And then finally, the big day arrived! Unfortunately, Patrik was on a business trip, but our neighbor offered to help me to pick him up.
When we arrived at the place, we both were shocked! It stank, it was noisy and in the apartment were 3 dogs and I don’t know how many cats. I wondered if the animal shelter knew about this situation…
The woman there told me that Gulliver was in the kitchen, so we went in there and saw a terribly frightened, black cat with huge plate-sized eyes. He hardly looked like Gulliver. Poor thing!
At least we didn’t need to convince him to step into the transport box, I bet he was glad to get away!
Back at home I thanked our neighbor and was finally alone with Gulliver. It was quiet in the house and I carefully opened the box. Of course I had some goodies ready and to my surprise it didn’t take long until he cautiously stepped outside and started to sniff the floor, the nearest furnitures and finally me. Boy, was I happy, he also followed me to the kitchen and even to the loo. Actually, he followed me everywhere, like a shadow!
I started to pet him and he purred directly, lying down and even rolled over on this back. There I saw that his belly was almost naked, as were his front legs…at least it wasn’t bloody or inflamed. His whole fur looked greasy and was full with scall. These were obvious signs how stressed out he was – and probably since a while back!
A bit later I showed him his own toilet and his dishes, which were filled with water and food! To my delight, he used the toilet and ate a bit – always watching me closely.
When it was bedtime he followed me upstairs – totally as a matter of course – waited beside me while I was brushing my teeth and hopped on the bed after I was under the cover. He immediately rolled himself together and, being as close as possible to me, fell peacefully asleep.
Patrik came home the next day and Gulliver accepted him at once too – happy family!
The woman from the cat shelter called the same evening to tell me that she forgot to mention that Gullivers birthday was on March 30th 1990 – an important date of course!
However, Patrik and I agreed that we had never seen such a big cat with such enormous paws! He apparently was half Norwegian Forest and half common housecat. And his voice! It was impossible not to hear him. Even his purring was very loud.
Luckily, it was no problem, when we had to go working, due to his age he slept a lot.
We planned to keep our “panther” inside for at least two weeks, he should learn where his home is.
We also bought better quality food for him, than was recommended from the animal shelter. According to them he would eat anything…..
Patrik mounted the cat flap after a few days, but it seemed Gulliver wasn’t interested – it was still locked, though. It looked like he was happy enough being inside and to cuddle with us whenever he had the chance.
After a week – the weather was gorgeous – we decided to take him outside and show him his new kingdom. At first we were a bit nervous, what if he ran away? But it turned out our worries were waste, he stayed with us and when our neighbours came to say hello, he let them pet him but always looked where we were. As if he wanted to make sure, we wouldn’t disappear or leave him.
Anyway, that convinced us that he would never run away. So we opened the cat flap and showed him how it worked…well, it turned out, he actually never used it. It functioned as his window. So while we were working he was inside and when our neighbor was home before us, she opened the front-door for him.
Funnily, every day, when Patrik and I came home, he was waiting for us at the corner, where the houses ended and the garages for the cars started. He must have known the sound of our car engine.
As far as we know, he never went further, or even down to the road. Which was fortunate of course!
It was also quite funny to see, that small kids were afraid of him, his impressing size probably was the reason. As soon as he was outside, the kids moved out of his way. Pretty unusual, since other cats were picked up by them – if they liked it or not.
After we’ve had him about two weeks I discovered some blood in in the sand box and immediately called the vet. We got the appointment the next day and it turned out that he had a very sensitive stomach. So we bought from the vet some special food for him. It also turned out that he was a bit overweight…. 11 kg was a bit too much, so he had to go on a diet. Approx. 9 kg would be ok for his size, according to the vet.
A few days after we had started with the new food, the blood was gone and the bald patches on his front legs and his hairless belly started to look better! Some black fluff started to grow – he looked much better all over. His black fur started to shine and the scall had gone already after the first day at our home.
Yes, he was blossoming and Patrik and I were more than convinced that we had chosen the perfect cat for us! Hey, and in the end he also lost almost 2 kilos, thanks to a strict diet.
In the summer of 2006 Patrik and I decided to move to Switzerland – he got a job offer he just couldn’t decline (and for me it was more or less OK too).
So arrangements had to be done, like getting Gulliver chipped and vaccinated. He even got his own passport.
During the summer Patrik and I had travelled to Switzerland, in order to find a suitable property we could rent – most of all it had to be cat friendly and no big road nearby. We were more than lucky, because we found the perfect home with a garden. A typical Swiss stile, timbered house, old but very charming! It also clicked with the owners at once! So when we returned to Sweden we had a contract in our hands!
To make it as comfortable as possible for him, we planned to take the ferry from Gothenburg to Kiel, which would be an overnight journey. Naturally, we booked a cabin where animals were allowed.
It was late afternoon, the 28th September 2006 when we left our home in Sweden and headed for the port. It was an emotional moment of course, we both were sad to leave our friends and neighbors behind, but at the same time we looked forward to a new chapter in our lives, and me being close to my parents again.
The ferry left in the evening and after we made sure that Gulliver was comfortable and asleep on our bed, Patrik and I went to a restaurant for dinner.
Soon we returned to our cabin and went to bed. The night went quiet and peaceful – Gulliver even used his sandbox and emptied his dish.
In the morning we went to our car and after we left the ferry, we were soon on the motorway, heading south!
At around eight in the evening we finally arrived at my parents place – it was planned to spend the first night there, since the truck with our furnitures, etc. would arrive the next day.
Gulliver was tired – like all of us – but happy to be with us! I bet when we packed and emptied the house in Sweden, he was more than worried. As soon as he was with us in the car he calmed down and slept most of the time. He didn’t had to be in the transport box, but was free to move around in the car.
Well, the next day we got the house keys and started to furnish our new home. Gulliver stayed at my parents house, it surely was better for him.
In the evening we had accomplished the most important things, like arranging the kitchen and assembled our bed, the sofa and few more things and it was finally time to pick up Gulliver.
He was a bit doubtful but as soon as he found his dishes and the sandbox, he calmed down. Even more, when he discovered our bed. It didn’t take long until all three of us were lying in it and fell asleep.
Well, Patrik started his new job after 3 days and I was still at home, searching for a job and arranged our house. A couple of times I went out with Gulliver to let him discover the garden – with a leash.
But after a month he started to change within two or three days, and I had a bad feeling, something was wrong with him. He wouldn’t eat and slept more than usual. Then, it was Sunday morning, I called the vet, Gulliver was more or less apathetic and hasn’t been on the toilet since the evening before. We got a time the same day and we drove there, really worried.
The vet saw immediately that his kidneys weren’t working as they should and he gave him an injection, against the pain and that he could empty his bladder – which he did.
Back home he felt a bit better and even ate a little bit. We stayed with him of course and tried to make it as comfortable as possible for him.
Evening came and then night and we went to bed, taking Gulliver with us. I didn’t sleep well and checked on Gulliver several times.
The next morning he was lying in a corner and I had the terrible feeling, he was dying. I immediately called the vet again and shortly after we were on the road, hoping we could save our cats life.
After we arrived at the vets praxis, he gave Gulliver immediately a saltwater infusion and layed him under an infrared lamp. He told us, as soon as something changes he would call – and sent us home.
Patrik had to go to work and to keep me company, my mum had arrived at our home. There we sat, waiting and worrying….
After lunch the vet called and told us, that sadly Gulliver had died….he apparently just slipped away, while he was asleep…he was very sorry.
It was the most shocking news and I simply couldn’t believe! How could that happen? And how could I have left him at the vets praxis? Why didn’t I wait there with him? I must have been so sure that we would pick him up alive again….
The vet offered that he would arrange everything to cremate him, if this was our wish. Yes, of course we wanted that. So a week later we received Gullivers ash in a pretty urn.
Nevertheless, me feeling guilty has stayed all these years. If we had known that he would die a month after we had moved to Switzerland, we would have stayed in Sweden for the time being. If I had observed him closer, I would have been able to get him to the vet in time, maybe to save his live…. too many ifs…..
At least his last two years he experienced plenty of love and all the care he could get.
It’s a comfort, although a small one.
Gulliver is gone, but the sadness is still present. He surely will never be forgotten…..
Cats leave paw prints in your heart, that’s for sure!
Oct 05 2019
The night was not very comfy and we woke up a few times. The patter of the rain could be heard all night long…
Morning came and the rain had gone at least.
While drinking our coffee, we decided to skip Corsica definitely and head “home” directly instead. It was a shame of course, but the risk was too high that we would get stuck in a marina there for several days and wouldn’t be able to leave the island.
So around 11h everything was packed and we were ready to leave Capraia. Our neighbour, by the way, left the same morning at 7 o’clock for La Spezia. We’d wished him good luck and a safe trip home the evening before.
We reckoned between 15 – 18 hours to Loano and hoped for fairly calm weather. Please, no thunderstorm and high waves! Rain wouldn’t be a problem, we had our bad weather gear with us.
Surprisingly, the weather became even better than we dared to hope for. Even the sun showed herself! The waves were a bit uncomfortable, though, and Luna Azzurra got thrown from one side to the other. So going to the toilet or having lunch was a bit of a challenge.
The day went and we even managed to cook dinner. A few bruises were the price to pay! Afterwards – it was already 22h – Patrik went to bed and I started my 2.5 hours night watch.
Not much happened during my watch, aside from some lightnings and far away thunder. And of course the lights from the big cruisers and merchant ships were visible.
At one a.m. it was my turn to sleep and I was grateful for that. According to our plotter, the ETA in Loano was 04.20h – perfect timing!
I woke up earlier than I had to, due to waves drumming on the boats hull…Apparently, the weather became worse. So I got dressed and went upstairs.
Patrik and a thunderstorm, roaring directly above us, greeted me when I entered the cockpit! GREAT!!
At least we could see the shore and its lights, but we were still 1.5 hours away from Loano. Boy, did we long for land!
It was time to place the fenders, which was my task. Just for a moment, a worrying thought crossed my mind, what if I fell overboard? Patrik wouldn’t have a chance to hear or see me in the water…. *gulp*
Anyway, I managed and returned safely to the cockpit. Only about 40 minutes left…
Finally, we were outside the marinas entrance and in the dark it looked a bit confusing at first, plus several yachts were anchoring outside. We just hoped that none of them had forgotten to switch on their night anchor lights…
As soon as we were inside the marina, the water was as calm as a pond, which helped that the approach to our mooring went super smooth. It was Sunday, 8th September, 04.20h, when Luna Azzurra was safely secured and Patrik opened a well deserved beer – cheers, darling, well done!
Meanwhile, I used the facilities on land to brush my teeth and went to bed. Patrik followed soon after and, dog tired but grateful, we fell asleep.
The next few days we were busy, removing the bimini and sprayhood. The bimini we wanted to take home, mostly, because we will be getting new covers for it. Annoyingly, the existing ones were damaged during the transport to Italy.
The factory in Germany demands the damaged ones, before replacing them by new ones. Bit of a hassle, frankly…
Since fall and winter is coming, so we decided to remove the whole bimini, in order to avoid any damage.
And the sprayhood was removed because we want to buy a new one and the existing one can be used as a sample.
We also went to the ship chandler in the marina and bought a new furling line. The old one was too scuffed. The new one fits beautifully with the genoa sheet, though. Colourwise, I mean :o) And YES, it’s important!
On Monday – it was a wonderful and sunny day – we drove to Albenga. Not for shopping this time, but we were invited for lunch by Igor and Donatella, some of our guests, who had chartered Luna Azzurra during the summer. Of course we followed the invitation and looked forward to finally meet him and his wife. Patrik had had quite a bit of whatsapp contact with him.
After a short search, we found the little, but very cosy restaurant called “Osteria N° 6” and were heartily greeted by the couple. Some other guests were seated at the table beside us.
We didn’t have to bother with the menu or wine list, everything was already prepared and we just had to sit down and enjoy.
The meal was absolutely fantastic, consisting of the classical Italian way, such as “antipasti” for a starter, then followed by “primi”, then “secondi”. Patrik got a tasty fish and for me everything was vegetarian (Patrik informed Igor earlier of course). The whole meal was accompanied by a bottle of prosecco, which fitted perfectly.
Some other guests from France came, ate and went again and finally we were the only ones and we could enjoy a glass of wine together and chat for a while. Donatella had to leave a bit earlier, since she was working at an office. So with a hug we said good by to her.
Time went very quick and twice I went to the car to pay for the parking.
After a stroll together through the beautiful old town of Albenga (Patrik and I had no idea what a history lies behind it) and Igor playing the tour guide, we returned to his restaurant.
The time was already 6 p.m., and Donatella meanwhile had returned again, when we finally said thank you and good bye. Of course we insisted to pay for the meal (at least partly).
With hugs and promises to meet again, we left and went to our car. It must have been almost seven when we arrived at our boat. Well, at least we didn’t have to bother with dinner.
We planned to drive home on Wednesday, 11th September. So on Tuesday afternoon we were cleaning and scrubbing Luna Azzurra thoroughly.
In the evening we had dinner at “Shardana Wine & Sea”, our favourite restaurant in Loano (so far). The pizza was fantastic as usual and the wine “Just Black”!
Wednesday came and after packing everything together and loading the car, we said good bye to Luna Azzurra. It’s always quite emotional, for me at least…
It was around 13.30h when we were on the road, heading for Switzerland!
There was unexpectedly much traffic and even some jams, so it was almost 8 o’clock when we finally arrived at home!
We unpacked only the most necessary and were looking for Odin. He was surely hearing us, but preferred to hide for a while….Yeah well, cat-like! He turned up around two hours later, meowing and purring!
He maybe, nonetheless, was a tiny little bit happy to see us again. We were, for sure!
Luckily, we still had the rest of the week off and had time for washing, shopping, calling our parents and let our friends know that we are back again!
We surely look forward to our next visit in Loano and to greet Luna Azzurra again.
It hopefully won’t take too long!
Sep 28 2019
The sun greeted us the next day and after we had our coffee we took the dinghy into the pretty port of Porto Azzurro. And it IS a very pretty marina with a little village surrounding it. After we walked around for a bit we had a cappuccino in a nice coffee at the waterfront – with a view to our Luna Azzurra and the other yachts anchoring in the bay.
Afterwards we bought some bread and two six pack of water and went back to the dinghy and to Luna Azzurra. Anchor was raised and off we went, towards an anchor spot in the bay of Lacona. We were even able to sail for a change!
The bay turned out to be a perfect spot with good holding and surprisingly few boats anchoring. So we really could choose were we wanted to stay. People were swimming and having fun and the beach was quite busy, a perfect late summer day!
It didn’t take long until Patrik and I were in the water, enjoying the refreshment of the 27 deg. C warm water. *haha*
During the late afternoon and early evening more boats arrived and settled for the night. Patrik and I hit the jackpot by having a bunch of nudists not far away from us – too close for our liking (I mean we could hear them talking, effortlessly)!
Not that we are prude – heaven no! -, but having deliberately to show off whatever one needs to show, goes a little too far in our eyes… We actually were “concerned” that they would approach us and ask if we want to join them…. *erm*
Well, dinner time came which we enjoyed very much, as usual accompanied by a tasty wine. The night was quiet….Luckily, no disturbance from “certain” neighbours….
In the morning (Thursday, 5th September) we left very early – around 07.30h. No, not because of the “nudies”, but we wanted to reach the island Capraia in a reasonable time and we also needed to fill up our diesel tank.
Sadly, there was not much wind, so we were forced to motor sailing most of the reach. The weather was otherwise fantastic, sunny and warm/hot. At around 03.30 in the afternoon we arrived at the miniscule Porto di Capraia. Since the high season was over, the marinas atmosphere was very sleepy.
We started to approach the filling station directly and already a guy was there, helping us. Afterwards we got our mooring spot – which was pretty tight – but we were happy to be there. Then we had a quick look around….well, there wasn’t so much to see anyway.
Pretty but tiny, especially if you don’t have a car. Probably there is a lot to see on the island, but if you are not mobile you most probably miss out on a few things, generally. Well, you can’t have it all, can you?!
After four o’clock we went to the marina office to register and then I had a look at the couple of boutiques which had just opened their doors. We also decided to treat ourselves and eat out tonight! At least a few restaurants were available and looked promising.
Then we didn’t do very much….had an aperitif and watched other boats coming in, one after one. Amazingly the marina started to fill up very quickly and we soon were surrounded by new neighbours.
We let the evening die away in a lovely little restaurant directly at the waterfront, enjoyed our meals and made further plans for our trip. The next day we wanted to leave Capraia and head for Corsica. The journey should take approx. 4-5 hours and the winds promised to be on our side.
So yes, we were looking forward to our next destination, an anchor spot for the night in a bay called marine de Pietracorbara. It lies at the top of Corsica’s “finger”. Then we would sail further, down the west side, to Port St. Florent.
Contentedly, we went to bed and the next morning Patrik checked the weather website again, to make sure we would have a save trip, plus to see the forecast for the coming days, when we had to sail from Corsica to Loano. It looked a bit unsteady, but we weren’t alerted or something.
That changed together with the weather around lunch time: Dark clouds started to build up and the first rain drops fell! Very quickly the wind picked up and suddenly it was pouring down and turned into a thunderstorm. Heaven!
Our neighbor – an older gentleman with a 37′ sailing boat – advised us against our plan to leave Capraia. It was too dangerous and the waves further out were apparently between 2-4 meter high…. He actually wanted to sail home to La Spezia, which would take him approx. 11 hours. But he decided to postpone the journey until the weather would calm down again…
We did the same of course and went to the marina office to ask if we could stay another night – yeah, no problem!
So, there we were….sitting in a sleepy one-horse town. The good thing was, we had finally time to update our blog. Patrik downloaded the photos we took and I started to write the text. Every now and then we checked the weather forecast for the day after. Sadly, it didn’t look very promising and in the evening we still didn’t know what to do really. We even played with the thought, to skip Corsica and sail directly to Loano. Later in the afternoon it even started to hail, which sounded horrible in the boat!
What do we do??