We planned to sit on the veranda, drink champagne, eat pizza, and fart as we sailed away from Amsterdam at happy hour. It really is a beautiful departure, or at least it would have been if we hadn't had to wait for the lock. We left at 3 a.m. So much for that plan. We had a quiet day at sea on the way to St. Peter Port in Guernsey. It's part of the UK, but they have their own money, their own government, and their own cows. You've heard of "the golden guernsey", no doubt? If not, then you're not as old as dirt, like us.
We tendered ashore to take a walking tour around town and visit Castle Cornet.
Onward to Bordeaux, France (which, by the way, is a very nice place). We had an overnight, and this time we headed out to the famous wine country to visit a couple of vineyards. We went to the St. Emilion area and its village, stopping first at Chateau Pressac.
Here's the village:
The next day, we were off to the Medoc area and Chateau Prieure-Lichine.
This looks like the engine room of the Star Ship Enterprise! Now, this is where we're supposed to rave about the various wines we tasted. Sorry, but in this case, they were all pretty mediocre.
Our departure from Bordeaux ran late. Since we were there last time, in 2018, they built a very weird drawbridge. The entire center section lifts, but only a couple of times a day and not during rush hour. Here's what the bridge looks like as you pass under:
And bang! Barcelona! On the good dock! The one right at the bottom of Las Ramblas. We went power shopping at Decathlon, Corte Ingles, and Carrefour. Bought more wine and Iberico pate. And so began the last leg of the journey.
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