Saturday, August 29, 2009

Arriving in New York




We are back home now and are recovering from our "ship lag". We are enjoying going through our pictures and unpacking our few souvenirs. The cats are very happy we have returned, and they now take turns sitting on top of the car making sure we don't leave again. If you are just starting to read this Blog, make sure you start at the beginning of the Blog entries.
The Queen Mary 2 pulled into our Brooklyn Port about 3:30 and picked up the "Harbour Master" who escorted the ship into the Harbour with the Commodore. We were inching our way in at 12 knots and finally arrived at our final destination about 5:30am. When we arrived on the Deck 7 Promenade we saw the most beautiful view of Manhattan and the Statue of Liberty with the sunrise reflecting on the skyline.
We opted to disembark ourselves with no assistance, which enabled us to leave the ship at 6:30. By 7:00 we secured our car, and were on the road again driving towards home through Brooklyn and Queens. 3 hours later we arrived home to be greeted by two large, lonely black cats. When people ask us "What is the favorite part of your trip?" we find it difficult to answer. Everything was our favorite part. Hands down the best part was visiting with our hosts and friends. Their hospitality, sense of humor, fantastic conversation, and vast historical knowledge amazed us and made us enjoy our entire visit. Visiting historical sites was just a bonus! We can't thank Lyn and Steve Parsons, and Julie and Stewart King enough for everything they did to make our vacation perfect! We are excited to have them visit us, and give them a special holiday in the great Northeast.
Thanks to all of you who religiously followed our Blog and sent messages while we were on our trip. We are excited to be home and plan our next Queen Mary2 excursion.
Cheers Mate!

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Fly In The Ointment!



The third day out, in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, Ed becomes seriously ill. It’s a good thing the QM2 has an outstanding medical department! The doctor performed a number of tests to make sure the ailment wasn’t the Noro-Virus or Swine Flu. If he had contracted these viruses he would have been quarantined! He is diagnosed with Acute Febrile Illness (urinary tract infection), and is forced to spend two days recovering in his stateroom. Nurse Donna frequented deck 7 to secure rations for the sick patient. When Ed was sleeping, Donna spent some time with her childhood friend Anne from South Carolina, who was the travel agent that arranged the details of this trip. In between spending time with Ed, Donna was able to work on the Blog and attend a few lectures and movies. There is a long list of activities to keep anyone occupied. Ed’s fever finally retreated and he was able to attend dinner last night with our dynamic table mates. Today he is much better and we plan on spending our last afternoon at a lecture from a Maritime Historian on the Legend of The Bermuda Triangle. Fortunately our Liner is not passing in that direction! It is also fortunate that we have outrun Hurricane Bill. Soon we will be passing a hundred miles East of Martha’s Vineyard and Nantucket on our way to New York. We are currently approximately 41 degrees North, and 67 degrees West.

This will be our last Blog until we get home. We will be disembarking at 6:30 am and driving directly home via Queens and Brooklyn. We can’t wait to see our family, friends and cats. We have been blessed with a safe vacation, lifetime friendships and memories. We will be home to celebrate Jen and Matt's Anniversary, Jack's 3 month birthday, Eileen's birthday, and the celebration of the news of our new grandbaby to be with Therese and Ben. It has been a magical journey – and we will be unpacking and reminiscing about our many excursions. We will complete our Blog when we get home with an update on Ed’s health, and a proper tribute to our special friends across the pond!!

More Transatlantic News



Wednesday, August 19, 2009 - It is 7 AM and I am ensconced in my favorite breakfast alcove once again. A few joggers and walkers move past the floor-to-ceiling windows. Queen Mary 2 is pitching and rolling an unusual amount today, yet the weather is much improved from yesterday; there is some blue in the sky and moderate whitecaps, so I am unsure what is causing this rare (and actually not at all worrisome or sickening) movement. Perhaps the brisk wind is the culprit, little improved from yesterday.

During “normal” hours it is impossible to find a free alcove seat here, as they are extremely desirable. But at this ungodly hour there are many available for “early birds.” So here I am. This is one of the things I’ll miss most on Sunday when I leave this tub.

Last night was a wonderful evening. Great dinner conversation from our New York City-area friends Joel, Annette, Marcia, and Rich, again almost all retirees from the world of education. We had earlier made a special request to the maitre ‘d to sit with them on our return trip, as dinners with them on the cruise east were so enjoyable. Luckily, the QM2 was able to accommodate us. Our dinners are very entertaining with non-stop laughter! Rich is a frequent cruiser, and a part-time travel agent, and always gives us good tips on enriching our experience here. Joel is a season-ticket holder at Citi Field with the New York Mets, and keeps me up-to-date. Unfortunately, last night’s report from him that third baseman David Wright was beaned with a pitch and may be out the remainder of the season (along with the rest of the starting line-up this sorry season) is the most depressing news I’ve received this entire voyage. Fortunately the good news far outweighs the bad this month!

We then attended last night’s performance. The Royal Cunard Dancers and Singers put on a spectacular review of Motown hits. Then came the featured performer, Broadway singer Jeri Sager. She is a brassy, high energy, younger, prettier version of Liza Minelli, with a slate of top roles to her credit: Fontaine in “Les Miserables” and Grizzibella in “Cats,” and in “Swing” and “Evita.” Thus we were treated to alternatively sensitive and high energy songs like “Memory”, “Caberet,” and “I Dreamed a Dream.” Possibly the best performance of the cruise. We will again see her perform at the final evening’s show.

Back on the Queen Mary 2 Heading Westbound

Tuesday, August 18, 2009 - There is a very stiff breeze blowing on promenade deck. Once again, its boards are being hosed, the windows squeegeed. A tiny contingent of walkers and joggers are starting to stir. My suggestion card from our first crossing must have been read! No Blondie or disco music this time. On the PA is some delightful, soft classical piano music. And once again, I am ensconced in my glass alcove in King’s Court Lotus, cup of Cunard coffee (not bad) at hand. Now, however, I face away from sunrise, and back toward our beloved England, wishing we could have stayed longer. It was a magical time.

Yes. We are back on the Queen Mary 2, heading for home, to arrive in Brooklyn in five-and-a-half days. To my left, Land’s End and the rugged, stark beauty of Cornwall, perhaps to be visited on a future trip. To our right, France, whose lights and coast we thought we may have sighted in the dark last night. In one sense our return will be slightly easier. Sailing west creates a 25 hour day, and now one sets ones timepiece back an hour each night before retiring. More time for lectures, films, shows, reading, blogging, and EATING. Cunards fantastic selection of desserts are especially inviting!

Back to the Queen Mary 2



Monday, August 17, 2009 - Our last day in England. Queen Mary 2 leaves Southampton at 5 PM (that’s 18:00 in British time!) so we will be on the road for part of today. It’s back to work for Steve and Lyn, so we are all up early. Steve will drive us to Waterloo train station in London before he starts his shift, for which we are grateful. We travel through the South East part of London past the famous Millennium Dome (where we pass over the International Dateline at 0 degrees Longitude), and the Isle of Dogs and Tobacco Dock (where the famous East India Tea Company had their docks. With Steve’s knowledge of London, we are there lickety-split. Our baggage is deposited on the sidewalk. The separation is not tearless. We are VERY sad to leave.

Waterloo is big, and we have a bit of trouble finding our way around. But Donna is a savvy traveler, and we purchase tickets for a train that leaves in twenty minutes. I leave a tall coffee on one of our suitcases, and when Donna moves another bag, the coffee splatters to the floor. Not a great start. We are sorry to leave a huge puddle in Waterloo station for janitors to clean up, but we have no choice. Our train is ready to board! We climb onto the train, and soon we are heading out of London, looking at the lush green countryside.. The rest of our hour-and-a-half trip is fortunately less eventful. While passing through Winchester, we scan the skyline through the trees in an effort to spy the spire of the famous cathedral, but are unsuccessful.

At Southampton, we flag down a large taxi, needed for our luggage, and in ten minutes are at the Cunard terminal. QM2 doesn’t embark passengers until noon, so we read for an hour. We know our way around now. Soon we are in our stateroom, again 5073, and we are unpacking. Then we move to promenade deck, plop down onto a couple of deck chairs, and watch as QM2 majestically backs out of her berth and begins to move down the channel. Many on board have brought their bottles of champagne on deck to celebrate this event. With champagne in hand, we are on our transatlantic voyage home.

Writtle Green Tour and Lunch




Sunday, August 16, 2009 – Monday, August 17, 2009 - A sad couple of days. Our stay in England is fast coming to an end. But there are still some pleasant times and surprises to come! Sunday morning our six-year-old friend Harry takes us on a tour of Writtle. We stroll along some of the streets in town, look into a few of the shop windows, visit an ancient church, and watch the many ducks on the village green’s pond. Extremely picturesque. We would love to live here. It’s brick or stucco for English homes, not wood like we use in America. Their properties are set off by six-foot brick or wooden walls, often covered in ivy, providing a sense of privacy, and much time is spent on lawn and garden maintenance. What we see is quaint and beautiful. After a while, Harry leads us back to the sidewalk, and we saunter past the Rose and Crown pub, and on to home. A wonderful morning.

Many of Steve and Lyn’s friends have asked us to come by for Sunday coffee. They are all great folks, and we’d love to, but we are out of time. Steve and Lyn pledged weeks ago to escort us for a visit to the home of Iain and Sheena Munro in Chelmsford for lunch and drinks. We had already previously met them at the Endeavor and at Steve and Lyn’s garden party. Iain and Sheena are extremely gracious hosts, and have become experts at hosting such luncheons. What’s more, their home is spectacular, with a large yard (“garden”) for England standards, and it is superbly laid out and lush with vegetation, flowers, bird feeders, and water features. We spend several hours at a huge round table under a back yard awning. The food and alcohol were superb, but the banter was even better. Steve and Iain are constantly engaged in good-natured kidding, often over their English vs. Scottish backgrounds, and never have we been so entertained. It seemed like Iain and Sheena enjoyed making new American friends as much as we enjoyed making new Scottish ones. We were treated to a feast including homemade breads, gourmet entrees, homemade champagne ice cream, and a final testing of some true Scotch, and some 7.5% ale. Reason enough to stay on these islands! All too soon, though, it was time to leave. Iain and Sheena have turned entertaining into an art, and their home an incredible canvas, We are sad to depart.

We return to Steve and Lyn’s to pack. Considering all that we have purchased, that will be a challenge. We share a last few drinks. We watch a final TV show (“Waterways”?), where an English commentator canoes down a stream, and talks, somewhat humorously, of the history and culture of the region through which it passes. Today he paddles the “Lee”, which flows through Essex County, the Olympic site, and into the Thames. A wonderful show I hope is picked up by PBS. Other shows we’ve seen the last two weeks are intriguing as well. One show was a full depiction of how a thatched roof was made from start to finish. Another show follows a team of London exterminators and their rat terrier “Charlie” as they chase bees, bugs, and, yes, rats. How the camera is able to keep up with Charlie as he races like a fiend under furniture and into cabinets and cellars, and actually films close-ups of the dog shaking rats to death, is beyond me. Another show is a tiny bit like Donald Trump’s “The Apprentice” called ”Lion’s Den”. Folks who have ideas for businesses or inventions are given the chance to pitch their suggestions to a high-powered panel of successful, well-known entrepreneurs, all of whom do the Simon Cowell bit. However, if in the end they feel the idea has a chance of success, one or more panel members will offer to financially help get it off the ground. Another great possibility for American TV! Then it’s time to talk some more about future visits on both sides of the pond, and we turn in. It would be impossible or us to give a proper tribute to all our wonderful hosts and friends in England. The best part of our trip was the chance to be with our special friends (old and new), which was even more moving than any historical site or tourist attraction!

Friday, August 21, 2009

Winston Churchill’s “Chartwell”




Saturday, August 15, 2009 - Still another climax in a fortnight of climaxes. Steve will be driving Donna and Ed to “Chartwell,” the country home of Winston Churchill in the Weald of Kent. We feel special, riding in a handsome London cab through the most beautiful countryside in the world. Kent is incredible, and one exhausts all superlatives in describing it. No wonder Churchill chose to live here.

Many people have come to pay homage to Churchill, and soon it will be crowded. We catch a light lunch and coffee at the snack bar, and then begin to walk the long path to the mansion. Along the way, we see plants and ponds created by the great man himself, a magnificent accomplishment. Eventually we reach the line at the front door and after a short wait we are ushered in. Steve notes the Masonic pillars framing the front door, the significance of which none of the tour guides are aware.

Large cards are given to each visitor to explain the mansion. Unfortunately Ed can’t read his card because he lost his spectacles somewhere on the long, winding pathway to the mansion. Never was such a loss so ill-timed. Ouch!

We are ushered in to Churchill’s large study, ancient beams overhead, from which is hung a medieval banner. We see Churchill’s many books, and the long stand-up desk he used to work. Finally there is his huge traditional desk, a table really, in front of the window, giving him a spectacular view down upon the Kent countryside. Many of his books were written here. What’s more, the Free World was saved here.
Next we move to the living room. It is huge and impressive. Fireplace, groups of plush chairs, paintings by Churchill himself. One can easily see the family at ease here.

Upstairs to Lady Churchill’s chamber. Large and comfortable, vintage 1930’s. It’s beautiful. Next we gravitate to rooms containing Churchill medals, uniforms, and gifts from foreign leaders, all labeled and explained. We find it odd that this is all found in the house when perhaps it should be displayed in a separate building, especially as it is very crowded in these rooms. Nevertheless, it is mightily impressive, and there are few people who could match these accomplishments.

Steve’s favorite room is the dining room, or, as he calls it, the “breakfast nook.” And what a nook it is! It is as big as the living room. A large round dining table and chairs are located near the great windows that look out at the huge lawn and the rolling Kent countryside. We can see Churchill spending hours here with family and world statesmen, and we can smell the cigars. Churchill even painted himself and his family here! We can see why Steve likes it.

Next we see the kitchen, frozen in time in the 1930’s, and an exhibit on Churchill’s life, and then we exit the house. We walk down the sloping lawn to Churchill’s studio, set up as if Churchill would be arriving to finish a painting soon. We tour the incredible gardens, all surrounded by tall walls whose bricks were laid by Churchill himself, the pastime he chose for relaxation! The garden sports the largest selection of roses, and the biggest thistles imaginable! Ed finally finds his glasses that were turned into the main gate, just in time to look around the book shop. Then it is time to go. Never have we visited a more moving site. Steve drives us back to Writtle. But the day is far from over!

Tonight will be a party night! Steve and Lyn have invited a large contingent of friends to meet us after dinner. Some of them hail from Steve’s Masonic Lodge, and others are neighbors or fellow customers at the “Endeavor,” Steve’s favorite pub. Both Steve and Lyn, as well as their beautiful and wonderful daughters Emma and Nicki, have worked very hard to arrange for food and drink and cater tonight’s soiree, and Ed is looking forward to testing the various English beers being set up in the garden (yard). Young Harry helps decorate the garden with innumerable British and American flags, and helps with all aspects of party preperation.

The party is a smash hit! All are smiling and cracking jokes, and they put us Americans at ease. The party is terrific, and we will never forget the great time we had, all enhanced by the handsome home that Lyn and Steve maintain, and by the picture-perfect garden Steve has created to the rear. The weather blesses us, too, as it has almost this entire trip. We know how lucky we are, and enjoy every minute of the wonderful hospitality, friendship, food, and conversation. It’s been quite a day, one that we will not soon forget!