

On Friday afternoon we arrived at the Great Salt Pond on Block Island. Block Island, considered the "Bermuda of the North", is located in the Atlantic Ocean 12 miles south of the mainland. We were told that the island is frequently foggy and that was no joke. We have woken up to fog and gone to sleep with fog for the past few days.
When we arrived on Friday all of the mooring balls had been snatched up so we dropped our anchor on the eastern part of the pond. Since it was already early evening we decided to stay aboard and make dinner.
On Saturday we got up early and went ashore to rent bikes. We found our way to downtown where all the ferries are docked. We walked around and looked in some of the shops before heading to Aldo's, a local restaurant, for a pizza and a bucket of beers (only $13)! There we were able to catch the USA v. Ghana World Cup game, which was very disappointing (those Ghanians sure know how to fake injury!!). We also started to notice that there are a lot of folks who come to Block Island for the summer season to work from all over the world. There were two bartenders at Aldo's. One was from Bulgaria and the other from Brazil. There was a woman who stopped in to see the game from England and several others from other countries. It is a very small island with a lot of diversity. After watching the game we found a local seafood market where we picked up some shrimp and swordfish to grill for dinner back on board the boat. I had never eaten swordfish before but it is supposed to be excellent in this area. According to Dad, the fish could have been better. I wouldn't know the difference though. We left our scraps for a seagull barking at us for food. I didn't realize how loud those birds can get. He sounded like a rooster! He was so relentless that he perched on the outboard motor of our dinghy until we gave him what was left of our dinner. Word must have gotten around the birdie community about our food because the next morning we woke up to two beautiful swans on the starboard side of our boat. One was a mother with two baby swans in her feathers. Also that morning we woke to someone yelling, "Andiamo". We had heard the same yell the morning before and just assumed it was a person having some fun after a long night of partying. Apparently, Aldo's restaurant also owns a bakery and they sell their pastries and coffee to people in the harbor. The yell is to let us know they are around and that we can call them on VHF to order food. So we did just that. Dad flagged them down and we shared coffee, a cinnamon bun, and an egg biscuit! Yum!
Then we went ashore and rode around on our bikes until turn in time, which was noon. We had some lunch and came back to the boat for some reading and relaxing. Tonight we plan to head back to the Block for dinner and hopefully some local music, which we've heard is pretty entertaining.
Dad and I have had a lovely trip so far. It's almost half way done and we've seen a lot. However, we both miss our spouses a lot and wish they were here to share this fun adventure with us.
