What up to today has been a marvelous, albeit, intense trip, turned quickly into a day of total disappointment when our timid Captain decided not to venture into the Port of Toulon because of rough seas and high winds. Calling the seas we are in rough is about like complaining that a natural sea sponge has a coarse spot or that the wind may ruffle ones hair a bit. We have been in far rougher conditions with little disruption to our plans, but not with Captain Milktoast at the helm. As the following picture will show, it will be hard to have confidence in Captain ICan't if he can't pilot a ship into a harbor in these conditions.
Kathy keeps telling me to get over it, but what our Chicken of the Sea Captain caused was us missing seeing and spending the day with our good friends Keith and Annick. To say we have been looking forward to a day in Provence with them would be a gross understatement. I guess it just means we will have to fly back and spend even more time in France and Provence to get over our disappointment. Oh, the tortures of travel when someone else is in control.
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