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Better Late than Never Feb 21 2012

Hello everybody,
And, if it’s appropriate to apologize (not having written in months), sorry about that.  I’d mistakenly thought we’d done a post holiday letter.  Nonetheless, we have been less than overwhelmed with inquiries as to our well-being!!  That being said, if the Alzheimer’s allows me to remember that far back, I’ll try to fill you in.  Unfortunately, this will, no doubt, turn out to be quite long as there is a lot of ground to cover.  I, therefore, strongly suggest that you read a little and then rest; read a little more, then rest, etc..  While my wit is thoroughly enjoyable, I would not want to overload anyone’s capacity for it.  It seems I left off with the olive picking before Christmas.  But first a few items of interest and importance.  Unfortunately, still no interest in the boat.  Have dropped the price.  On the plus side, my residency—Permesso di Soggiorno—has been approved.  See attached.  For some reason Yahoo wouldn't allow me to imbed the pic.  Great mug shot, eh?  This gives me all the rights of a citizen, including National Health, except the vote.                                    
Rose’s eldest daughter and her two grandson’s are coming to visit in early June, which is always a great lift for Rose.  They have wisely opted to get a nearby villa with a pool.  Rose’s other daughter, Charlotte, is hoofing around India at the moment, but has promised to also visit sometime when she returns.  Nathan came two summers ago to Turkey, and we’re hoping he might hop down since we’re so close.  As for my kids, don’t know when I might get to see Joe but I’ve promised Lizzie a trip to the States sometime when it warms up.  Maybe I can do a cheap around-the-world deal and hook up with him in Singapore at the same time, but it’s looking doubtful.  In the meantime, all you moochees in the States,  prepare yourselves as I might hit you up for accomodations.  Rose likely to go to the UK whilst I’m travelling.
Now’s the hard part—like I can really remember what happened the last couple of months.  I’ll try to muddle through.
We had a very festive holiday season, and, as we have a spacious main cabin, had another party over Christmas.  The marina yahoos managed to try to arrange a “pot luck” thing Christmas day (Scrooges!!) which many of us thought was ridiculous, but it also conflicted with a nice luncheon the marina cafe was putting on that day.  Turn out was so poor they eventually bagged that idea and just did some kind of drink and snacks deal.  So—a bunch of us worked out a plan with the café for a nice dinner the Friday before Christmas (we didn’t want to be around with the other crowd to ruin out Christmas).  I’m pretty sure it was Ossa Buco, (but the Altz is kicking in) and it was most excellent.  If it wasn’t that, and I’ve already talked about that meal, rest assured it was something good.  As best I can remember, we took Christmas Eve to recuperate, and, oh, there was a Christmas carol fest in there somewhere before all that.  Christmas day was great.  We got up and opened presents and then hoofed it over to our friends on Rahda for a full English breakfast—reminded me of what my mother used to do.  Several of us killed a few bottles of champagne—it’s an English tradition foisted upon me.
Next on the list was a noonish party on Rendezvous with a fairly large crowd for Bloodies and whatever, champagne, beer, whiskey.  An interesting aside is the difficulty we had finding Bloody Mary fixin’s.  you would think, here in Italy, the grocery shelves would be full of tomato juice (succa di pomodoro).  No way, no how.  We had to get it from the marina café bar which, in spite of a bulk purchase, charged us a ridiculous price.  Just this week, however, there is joy in Marina di Ragusa as one of the cruisers found it at a somewhat obscure grocery store off the beaten track, AND the price is right as well.  Some of us like horseradish in our bloodies.   Nope, none of that either until we discovered a dusty jar or two at the seldom open, small international shop in downtown Ragusa,  So all is well now.
The afternoon soiree dragged on until about three and we had twelve coming for turkey at six, a somewhat different, but thoroughly enjoyable crowd, than Thanksgiving.  People brought stuff; there were more bloodies, whiskey, champagne and wine along with a most excellent dinner which was contributed to by all.  On a side note, I had found some cheap bourbon—well not that cheap at €15/bottle, but less than Jack, and we tried it out on an Irish guy who’s a whiskey connoisseur.  We have deemed it acceptable.  I have since found Old American Whiskey, aged three years in old bourbon barrels, for €5—haven’t had the nerve to try that yet.  After dinner, amazingly, everyone was still awake, and we watched our new traditional Christmas movie, Love Actually.  The women got weepy, the men had more drinks.  Good time was had by all.
For New Year’s Eve, the evil cabal, being cheaper than Scrooge, arranged a progressive dinner rather than paying the rather stiff €45 p/p tariff at the marina café.  It would have been double that in the town where, I should add, places are all pretty much closed during the week.  A quite large crowd of the unloyal opposition did eat at the café.  It was not as good as the ossa buco, but was a seafood spread of many courses and pretty good.  We were all still eating and about to get desert when all the cheapskates rolled in for a drink and a “Happy New Year”.  I think we managed to make it until about 2AM.  Walking distance, thank God.
Since New Year’s, thing have quieted down quite a bit.  A lot of our friends have left on six or eight week sabaticals to homelands or to see relatives.  The café closed down for what was supposed to be two weeks for remodelling which turned into five or six due to a transportation strike, which really cut into the action, as a group of us regularly ate there for a cheap eats deal on Tuesdays.  The strike also created a fuel shortage, but, fortunately, albeit at a cost, we could fill jerry jugs at the marina and put fuel in our cars.  It’s now up to €1.70/liter which translates to about $8/gallon.  So it’s hard to be too sympatico for Americans at $3.50/gallon!!  The Friday evening skippers’ meeting—run by Damien—moved to one of our favorite restaurants in town which further put a damper on things.  The Ladys’ coffee morning—run by Eva Braun--died from lack of interest.  Yes, the good guys are finally winning!
We have spent our post-holiday days pretty much hanging around.  Tuesday, we do an hour and a half of private Italian lessons, which we can only hope will someday take hold, but at least we can understand, if not speak, a bit more.  Oh, we did have a meeting with the mayor, Il Sindaco, of Ragusa.   It’s really more of a governor type thing for the province and not of just one city.  I’m pretty tight with the office chick here, and she asked me to attend even though the evil cabal had cut everyone else out in favor of four of them.  It was a nice little affair with speeches, then wine and bits in the café back room, but the funny thing is I thought the mayor had asked me out to his house for lunch.  I was pumped; I was strutting; this had to be good for my residency.  Turned out when I told him I was applying to live here, he wanted me to check out his house to possibly buy it.  Bummer!!  There goes me being “connected”. However, I have acquired a black shirt and some friends are bringing me back a narrow white tie when they return.
I just remembered (word association helps in your old age), the cabal ginned up a completely BS letter with exaggerated statistics as to why the Italian government in Rome should not institute a boat tax.  They tried to bring it up and give it to Il Sindaco with little success, but a few weeks later, television people came in for a fluff piece on how life was in a marina.  Once again the cabal limited interviewees, gave the TV people the tax letter and made it a tax issue instead of what they were here for.  At a subsequent skippers’ meeting one of the more outspoken guys here, who had been out of town, attended and really gave them what for.  Seems these people had signed this BS letter on behalf of  all the people in the marina as well as somehow putting his email on some list.  This is a very private guy, and he really reamed them out and told them if they didn’t cease and desist with unauthorized use of his name, he would sue.  Unfortunately, a bunch of the very people he was about to address this issue with stomped off at the first sign of loss of control.  (you may have asked yourself why we allow these people to take over, and this is the best example I can give.  Even if you protest, they just ignore you and stomp off in a huff.  What jerks!)  Anyway, this particular meeting was lovely, and the cabal has toned it down somewhat since.
The weather has been a bit spotty, and the locals have said it’s the worst winter in years.  Seems to us to be better than Marmaris, but it did snow in the highlands on the way to Ragusa last week.  Of course, a few days later it was in the 60’s and shirt sleeve weather; cools off pretty well at night, though—been down to freezing one or two nights.  Over the next few weeks lots of people are returning from their yachting hiatus, including several of our friends.  At the same time at least one of the cabal is leaving as he needs to get to Genoa to ship, yes, ship, his boat back to the US.  What a wimp, but he’s one of the worst so the sooner the better.  We think he must have figured out that he’s worn out his welcome in the Med.  He and Mrs. Shaitan (that’s arabic for Satan) were involved in organizing some very dodgy rallies where people basically lost all their money and got nothing in return.  This is their third marina in as many years, and we hear the changes have not been entirely voluntary.
Surprise birthday party this afternoon for one of the guys here—you can tell we are desperate for, and easily, amused which is why this letter actually turned out shorter than I would have thought.  There’s just not that much going on, but, fear not, in the future, we’ll continue to bore you with our exploits or lack thereof.
Caio for now.

Tim & Rose
P.S.  Just about to send this and Rose remembered her birthday.  The celebration started about a week ahead of time as several people were to be gone by Jan. 25.  On the actual date was another party.  In fact, I think there were 2 parties on the day or thereabouts, but the Alzheimer’s has grasped my gray cells.  Anyway, in the post holiday lull, we managed to make this birthday a major event.  I think some more of that Lucky Joe whiskey was consumed.