Had company all week and have been a bit out of commission but did take two photos are the very small market at les Boucholeurs right up the beach from us.

I was surprised to see colored radishes, other than red.

And I’m not sure if I’ve seen bell peppers in these colors either-white, purple and lilac.

I always thought yoga was supposed to be good for your body. I’ve always found it difficult, more difficult than it looks. I did a bit of it during my time at an exercise club. I never felt transcendental, closer to god, at peace, at one with the earth. I never got a jogger’s high for that matter. The other day it was raining so I thought I would do the yoga found on a TV station that we get here. It seemed pretty easy although there was a really long holding of the downward dog. Anyway, that night my lower back hurt, the next day the same but by that night I could hardly sit and when I went to bed I couldn’t find a comfortable position. Maurice gave me some of his inflammatory medication, I rubbed on some cream for pain and, finally, around 3 AM I fell asleep. I’m better today but still sore. I would go to a doctor but, of course, it is a holiday today. I think I’m going to recover but maybe I will give yoga a bye. I only have a few photos off of our balcony. We haven’t been getting out much except for excursions to the market and walks on the beach (you saw those jellyfish photos from that). I often see sailing lessons and I love to see the tiny boats for lessons for children. Yesterday I could see a big white sailboat out on the horizon and wished for a really great lens. I also like seeing boats through the little decorative squares on the railing so I did a bit of trying for some interesting photos.

This heavily edited photo shows the boat I could see. Can you see it way out there?

What I was trying to use to frame my shots.

I liked this one the best because of the cloud but can’t see the boat.

Another spectacular sunset with clouds.
So that was my exciting day.

I am seeing more and more jellyfish washed up on the shore of our beach and have read that they are increasing in numbers all over the world, so much so that they are causing damage to places like nuclear plants, sinking ships that try to pull them up in nets and consuming fish in huge numbers. The increase is said to be due to the warming of the ocean waters and pollution. Once, years ago in the Caribbean, the water was full of pink jellyfish and I would get small stings where they brushed up against me. Of course, there are serious jellyfish that can kill you and even almost microscopic ones in the waters of Australia that can kill you in four minutes. Everyone thinks it’s a heart attack because they can’t see anything. Who knew, right?

Isn’t this scary? Looks like an alien of some sort. Maurice often goes out into the water after jogging to cool down but I don’t thin I want to after seeing this. Who knows what’s out there? Probably sharks too which also seem to be increasing along coastlines.

I’m sure this is the same kind of jellyfish but smaller and you can’t see the tentacles. I just liked that blue color.

And look at this design on one of them. Nature can be amazing.

We got a kite to entertain kids when they are here but mostly they drift off to play in the sand if they are too young to understand how to fly a kite. This is Maurice flying the kite. My Iphone just wouldn’t take the image quickly enough to get the kite in the photo as it was moving very quickly back and forth, up and down.

So I was going to try and get a photo from the other side when it came down hard right in front of me. I sort of like the perspective anyway.

I don’t have much to post today but I did get a photo of a nice sunset and that big moon.

I think clouds always add so much to sunsets. We’ve been having rain this week so get clouds just about every day.

The moon which is larger right now because it is at its closest to the earth and is supposed to be spectacular as it comes up over the horizon. I wish it had come up over the sea, that would have been cool, but instead it was on the other side of our apartment. Because of those clouds I didn’t see it come up but decided to have one more look before going to bed and it came out from behind the clouds. The moon itself doesn’t look that much larger but I sure do like what its light did to those clouds. When I got up this morning, there is was again going down “into” the ocean but, being a day moon by now, it was pretty washed out.

I, of course, have many more photos that I took while in Sardinia so here they are:

One day we did a boat cruise that took us into some islands north of Sardinia called the Archipeligo of Maddalena. Here is a map in the city on the island of Maddalena which turned out to be charming.

Of course, being in Italy, I had to have a spritz cocktail.

A view of one of the streets in la Maddalena.

There was a man in the courtyard there with huge telescopes set up for viewing the sun which was having a big eruption. The man, very handsome and sort of Indiana Jones looking, had a name tag saying he was a doctor. And he may well have been with access to those large telescopes but I could put a name tag on my shirt and say I was a doctor too but I think he was, although he did ask for a donation to look at the sun. He said the eruption was three times the size of the earth.

Here is a look at just some of the beautiful water we saw.

This how many Italians, and my grandsons, eat their pizza-with french fries on top.

A good friend, almost 90, died while we were gone and his wife said the best way to remember and honor him was to have a glass of wine (he loved wine) in his honor while the sun set which we did.

I’ve always been curious about Sardinia but knew very little about it except that it is Italian. My son and his family have a long stretch of vacation time which they always spend on various beaches. The last two years they have camped on Elba, Corsica and Sardinia and this year we decided to join them for a few days. I don’t do camping. I don’t want to hike to get to the bathroom, wait in line to take a shower, sleep on the ground, that sort of thing, so we stayed in one of the little cabins on the same property where my son camped. The plus was that there was air conditioning. That’s my kind of camping. Sardinia turned out to be be beautiful as I expected, more green and tropical that Corsica-at least the parts we saw-and the water was fantastic. The camp ground turned out to be a huge family place with kids all over the place and a bunch of young staff who provided soccer games, exercises in the pool or the ocean and, at night, from 9:30 to 11:30, music and entertainment-very loud music and commentating and singing done in a microphone set to the highest volume. I guess this is the Italian way. If I wanted to sleep before the music stopped I had to wear earplugs. Everyone seemed to be mostly Italian but we met an Austrian family and a French one. Everyone stares at Jason’s family who, I guess, look German with all of that blond hair but speak English. One man expressed astonishment that they had returned for a second year. My son and his three oldest children speak excellent Italian, as does his wife, so they fit right in although their set up isn’t as fancy as much of that I saw there. Anyway, I had fun with the grandkids and mostly sat under an umbrella on the beach being white and, maybe, with vampire in my heritage.

Some little girls had set up a business there at the camp, selling shells, which I thought was sweet. I bought one of course.

We played some petanque, a game with balls played a lot in France and Italy. Here is Maurice showing the oldest grandson how to put spin on the ball.

This is grandson number four. I wondered what he was doing and it turned out he was making up a song about the ocean.

Almost all of the little girls just wore bottoms which looked sweet. Older women didn’t although I was told you could find German women at the end of the beach sunbathing topless.

I am showing you this photo so you can see that the Italian women didn’t care if they didn’t have flat stomachs or perfect bodies. They still mostly wore two piece or bikinis. I never took off my t-shirt-so American.

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