In 1979 Eleanor rented an apartment on Marine Street in St. Augustine. A painter traveling from Mexico she found a place that fit her desires. An ancient, tropical enclave by the sea. A few months later she met Curt, a newly arrived woodenboat sailor who had traveled down the East Coast from the Outer Banks of North Carolina stopping and working along the way. He too had found a good reason to stay.

From that time, through their years together and the many places they have lived, they have documented their experiences through creative expression. Their story continues here...

Saturday, May 5, 2012

NC.RVA.NYC.MADRID

We are sitting at a table outside a bar at a campground near the Spannish Pyrenees. The whirlwind of our life continues. 

After arriving at my father's we enjoyed his company and card playing, his friends and busied ourselves stowing our possessions, readying our traveling kits and helping around the house. We decided at the last minute to drive up to Richmond- 6 hrs - to see the last dance performance of the year. Chloe was featured in a piece and we saw her elegant and thoughtful interpretation of the choreography. It was inspiring. We had a late dinner and an early breakfast together. We set off back to NC and she to class.


Knocking down some clover at Dad's house... where I grew up



VCU theater for dance



'my girls'

The next day we flew to NYC and were met by my childhood friend Guy. He took us to his apartment on Roosevelt Island where he and Mary live on the 17th floor overlooking the East River. Mary had plans for us to see museums so we set out. We picked up our friend Charlyn from St. Augustine who has an apartment in the city and jumped hard into the fast pace for three days. It was a lot of fun to be with friends and experience the city again. 


Mary & Guy's apartment view


Dropping into Manhattan on the Roosevelt Island tram


Ellie, Mary, Charlyn and Guy


Contemplating sculpture at the Guggenheim


We arrived at JFK at April 30, 1900 and after a bit (!) of a delay took off around 0100 in the morning. Popped some pills and got through the cattle car experience of 'crossing the pond'. We arrived in Madrid about 1400 (their time) and were picked up by the leasing company. Packed in our Peugeot we headed out into a maze of highways heading east to Barcelona. Catch you up later... internet access is proving to be more of a challenge that I thought.



It is always a relief to see baggage coming your way



Outside Baranjas terminal. The large bag hold our camping equipment.


















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