December 11 we celebrated Eulalie’s birthday in Barra de Navidad, Mexico. This same time last year found us in San Diego, our last U.S. port of call. We were so busy preparing for our departure that we didn’t post. We make up for this omission with photographs from two wonderful celebrations that bracket an exciting year.
Lal’s smile and candles light up the night.
Helping us celebrate are Meridian’s Heinz, Dominique, and Margrit, Elegant’sea’s Debbie and Chip, and French Curve’s, Mark and Cheryl.
The Hotel Del Coronado, scene of last year’s festivities.
These good friends traveled to surprise Eulalie. Clockwise from the top left are Karrey Rigby, Amy Ferron, Eulalie, Catherine Drews, Sally Bagshaw, John Quinn, Colleen Quinn, Brad Bagshaw, Pam Schnoor, Stacy Hall de Gomez and Betsy Chappelle.
The Del’s Christmas decorations were marine themed, particularly appropriate for the birthday girl.
Ode to Captain Lal
Gather round and draw close one and all.
I’ve a tale that will hold you in thrall.
This is no idle boast.
And it’s more than a toast.
It’s the account of six decades of the Lal.
Decade one, in White Plains it began.
T’was as if there was some cosmic plan.
Moving heaven and earth.
The Lal’s mom to Lal gave birth.
Lal emerged with tiller firmly in hand.
Decade two, fine sailing she found.
In upstate New York and Long Island Sound.
Pelham High, Northampton’s Smith.
Her legend growing into myth
Broken hearts left in her wake did abound.
Decade three, at latitude 48 degrees and higher.
To manage fish is to what she aspired.
The southeast passage to be seen.
On our first boat named Kathleen
Her adventurous spirit, I truly admired.
Of her third decade I would be somewhat remiss.
If I did not at least mention this.
On an evening while I was on crutches,
Lal fell within my clutches.
And then we shared our first kiss.
Decade four: time to pick up my pace.
On Chesapeake Bay, Lal would go to race.
Daughters Beth and Jean.
Appeared on the scene
We returned to Seattle, our favorite place
Decade five, with her chicks still in the nest.
Lal’s wanderlust still would not rest.
After safely stowing our daughters.
We sailed Caribbean waters.
Their blue waters were among the best.
Decade six, as if winding the clock back.
She sailed to the Marquesas on almost one tack.
And as it so happened.
She was promoted to Captain.
For living this girl has a knack.
Many years ago, or so I am told.
Lal made a statement, decidedly bold.
Without an eye blinking
It was clear what she was thinking
As she proclaimed “I will never grow old”.
So now I will leave it up to you.
To confirm whether what she told me is true.
You don’t have to guess.
Just take a look and nod yes.
And now I am just about through.
So now I say with great pride.
And all my love, which is impossible to hide.
Decade seven is out of the gate.
There’s so much more to celebrate.
Once again we will sail with the tide.