Manzanillo Mexico. waiting for my ship to come in......

My cousin Craig will understand how much I am suffering here in Manzanillo waiting for the CMA CGM HYDRA to get here from Shanghai. I am staying at another hostel. You know what those are like right? Well, what can you expect when you are paying 460 pesos a night?
I have my own room (clean and pretty) with bathroom, a pretty courtyard with luscious tropical plants, including a gigantic coconut tree, a swimming pool which so far I have had to myself, access to a full kitchen where I can prepare meals with avocado which you can buy here for a song (ok about 5 pesos, whether you sing or not), and am situated a few steps from the Pacific Ocean. How I suffer.....

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Sue, has a little restaurant next door serving authentic breakfast (tacos) from the recipes of her mother and grandmother. She has been my interpreter and I had the most delicious breakfast! Sue said, "Where you are from, you have coffee and bread. In Mexico we have a good breakfast of real food. No coffee, you will have cucumber water." The cucumber water is made from blended cucumber, chia, lemon and sugar. Holy cow it was delicious! Who needs coffee? Sue told me it's very common to drink fruit water here. I can see why. It's very hot here and she told me that it's like this all year round. A refreshing cucumber drink makes sense.

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Kibi (Week Two)

Our second week was spent at the Kibi Presbyterian College of Education in Kibi--pronounced chibi, and sometimes spelled Kyebi. It was a gorgeous campus in a valley, surrounded by mountains. There was a garden, used by students, and many fruit trees (mango, papaya, banana, coconut), available to students to help themselves to! We had cocoyam for our supper one night. The leaves grow plentifully and Ghanaiansr refer to it as "spinach." cocoyam leaves growing all over the campus The campus had lush plant life, especially hibiscus--they also serve hibiscus drinks which are delicious. Did you know that Ghana (at least in the south of the country where we were) has red soil just like PEI? The pictures of red soil that I took don't look quite red. In real life the soil is a much brighter red. The second week was a replica of the first. Two cohorts from the Volta and Eastern regions. Opening ceremonies, 2 days of 4, 2 hour classes, a closing ceremony and Canada/Ghana night. For...

Home again, jetlagged and happy

I had the luxury of spending the day in Paris on my way back during a 12 hour layover. I went directly to Pont St. Michel to see if it looked familiar after forty years. It didn't! Forty years ago, I was a Jeune Fille Au Pair and went from Thias to Pont St. Michel to go to school each day at the Alliance Francaise. Some days I bought a crepe fromage, so I did--instead of a street cart, it was a little cubbyhole restaurant with an open door in the alley. On Sundays, in those days, I used to attend the very glorious organ recitals at Cathedrale Notre Dame. So my first order of business was to check on the reparations of the cathedral. I had planned to vist Musee Jeu du Paume, but it was such a beautiful, sunny day I thought I should stay outside as much as I could, so I decided to visit the Champs Elysees and the Arc de Triompe. I was thinking about how many books I've read and movies I've seen that contain these historic Parisien sites. Walking along the Champs Elysees makes...

I'll have a blue Christmas without you

One of my homework assignments for the forest therapy course is to find a “sitspot”, a place to sit with the natural world and allow nature to work its way in. My sitspot on the ship is in the bow of the U deck. When the crew is working on the deck, it can be quite noisy and some parts of the engine are noisy too. I am glad to have my fancy musician’s earplugs. They allow me to hear everything (even small details) but they lower the decibel level to protect hearing. I use these when I need to. But at the bow, there is a miraculous quiet, and I listen to the waves against the ship, watching the birds and the changing sky. On the starboard side in the early afternoon, or the portside in the morning, I find the most exquisite variations in blue. Perhaps I’ll see a greenish blue--let’s call it aqua, or a light greyish blue or on cloudy days a darker grey like a blackboard. I love to see the particular blue that falls somewhere between denim and royal blue with...

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