Crossing the Atlantic in two weeks

A father son journey we had that began in New York on the first of May. What direction it may lead no one can exactly say. We left JFK midday and arrived at the Hollywood airport and slept there until the next morning. Amongst the Haitian being spoken by the maintenance at the airport, we slept across from a drunk man who would take swigs of bourbon between coughing in his sleep. We walked out the next morning, and take a taxi to the port. On arrival, we walked on the magnificently large Ruby princess boat, which sails that evening at 5.

During the trip on the boat, there were various activities I love doing. I would wake up with water that my dad would pour on me at 7 am and we'd go to an aerobic stretching class with Andrei, an Olympic style wrestler from Romania. I do dancing with elderly ladies, and learn the cha cha and waltz. i try to not eat too much which is pretty impossible on a cruise, since there is always so much to eat at every meal. There were various formal meals as well.

We went to various cities during the two week cruise. We stopped at Madeira, an island part of Portugal, 12 hours from the coast of Morocco by boat going at 21 Nautical miles per hour. On this little island they were having their annual flower festival. During it there were floats on cars with 100s of little kids all day long dressed up in colorful clothing and other young people dancing to the music blasting on loud speakers. The city was filled with flowers.

We next went to Cadiz Spain, which has historically been owned by the moors for 800 years. There were many mosques which had been transformed into churches, but there still remained elements of the minarets over the horizon. We than passed through the straights of Gibraltar and saw Spain and Morocco to our two sides. We found ourselves at Allegro, at the North of the island of Sardinia. The city was small but had some ancient castles. I played football with local man and juggle in the sand. This city used to be part of Spain, which is why some of the people here still speak Catalan.

We than went to Rome, at the port of Cittavechia. The crowds at the Sistine chapel were insane, but partially worth it. We than went to Florence by train, I met an Italian Muy thai teacher as well. We than went to Monaco, and watched a man who “has the best Armenian girlfriend in world” as he described it, preparing seafood underneath a yacht club, at a class café. We finally ended in Barcelona. More to come...