Friends in the right places
|Aleria heading out the Ria Vigo toward Baiona. Photo by Alberto Lagos.|
|Nice photo of Aleria by Alberto Lagos.|
When we arrived in Baiona, we were assigned a berth right next to the President's yacht about as close to the clubhouse as we could be. Easy to get in, too. Someone had made a welcome sign that was secured to the dock in our slip. Oscar Calero, the manager of the club, was there in a flash with a bottle of wine and greetings. He came aboard for a bit then left us to tidying up but invited us to lunch the next day.
|Aleria in her berth at MRCYB|
The next morning, we started out with chores - Alex to check in and I to do a bit of shopping. I went to the ferreteria to get yacht paint for the galley, paperia to get wrapping paper for gifts, paneteria for bread, and the Froiz to top up on juices and cherries! I also bought a pair of wild cat print harem pants on sale (my favourite four letter word) but resisted a bathing suit I would be unlikely to get much use of at €78. I also resisted the ladies in the boutique who tried to sell me on all kinds of lovely clothing. Not today. Alex proceeded to install USB ports all over - they are not incongruous with a classic yacht if they make life more convenient. Good job, Alex.
|Stunning sunset in Baiona|
Noelia is a marine biologist by training and we gave her a copy of Alex's book Oyster Delight and suggested she write a series of pamphlets are the fish in the area for the club. We gave Oscar a copy of Happy Hooking, not realizing that he doesn't actually sail. After dessert and coffee, we retired to the boat. They took care of everything. It seems it was the first time they were permitted to have lunch in the members' dining room. They found it a real treat. We offered to be an excuse any time.
|Alberto and Alfredo Sr.|
At the end of dinner, they prepared a special Galician drink called queimada, a firey drink made of Galician poitin and sugar, lit with flames, stirred until the fire subsides, with apples thrown in and lemon to quench the fire. A clap over the bowl makes the fire go out. Magic. It's intended to expel and protect against evil spirits. There certainly weren't any there that night.
Then we were invited to visit Alfredo Sr.'s office in the house. What an amazing place, full of history with half hulls of yachts they'd built and restored, memorabilia and historical documents, all in their place where Alfredo knew they were. Extraordinary. We watched the bats flying out of the attic space and the night sky pull the blanket over the land. It was a very special evening the memory of which we will cherish for a lifetime. Many thanks to the Lagos family for their kindness, welcome and generosity. We hope they come to visit us in Ireland very soon.
|OCC POR flag|
|OCC plaque with no date or specifics|
|Burgees, including OCC and ICC|
|Everything in its place|
|Stories and more stories|
Tomorrow we set sail for Leixoes near Porto, 57 nm. Not too bad. See you there.