The day after our venture to the Bacardi Rum Factory, we decided to have Les over for wine, cheese and crackers as we knew he would be leaving us after Coffin Island. So, we uncorked our last 2 bottles of good wine.
As wine lovers, Jim and I had come to own an amazing collection of fine wines while we were working, always searching for our next favorite vintage Bordeaux or Amarone. So much so, we had traveled to the Tomassi Vinyard in the Valpolicella region of Italy because we had to see where such a great bottle of Amarone originated. Sadly, these wines do not fit into our cruiser's budget
As wine lovers, Jim and I had come to own an amazing collection of fine wines while we were working, always searching for our next favorite vintage Bordeaux or Amarone. So much so, we had traveled to the Tomassi Vinyard in the Valpolicella region of Italy because we had to see where such a great bottle of Amarone originated. Sadly, these wines do not fit into our cruiser's budget
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| Known as a "Wine Cozy" |
After the wine, the "Boys" decided to try out the new "Oak & Coke."
The food menu digressed to peanuts as the "Boys" managed to drink the entire bottle of Oakheart Rum.
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| Jim in full party mode |
At this point, they deserve to be called "boys."
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| Jim, feeling no pain - Wait until tomorrow |
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| Les holding up so well...just wait until tomorrow morning |
Tomorrow morning came and went. With everyone feeling better, we were off to Isla Caja de Muertos, an island which has had at least a dozen names in its past.
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| Water almost as clear as The Bahamas |
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| Home for a few days |
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| Our neighbor, s/v Golightly |
We spent the morning snorkeling...
And, then went ashore to explore the reserve...
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| A beautiful shoreline |
Legend is that a pirate, Jose
Almeida, fell in love with a Basque lady while in Curacao. He married her and took her pirating in the sea. On her first raid, she was killed by a stray bullet. Heartbroken, Almeida embalmed her, placed her in a glass box inside a copper coffin and buried her in the cave below. He visited her each
year, leaving some of his new treasure with her. Many years later, the coffin was found and the island became known as Coffin Island.
After saying, "see you later" to Les on s/v Golightly, we returned to Ponce. Jim dropped a line on the way back and hooked a Dorado. It was the Dorado's day as he was able to pull loose and took off.
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| A partial glimpse of "the one that got away" |
love the party mode Jim Pictures! I recognize that face :)
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