August 15, 2026

August 15, 2026

We went to breakfast early this morning. We watched our ship enter the huge port of Le Havre, France at the mouth of the Seine River. We pass lots of oil storage tanks and several large container facilities. We moor next to Siemans Wind Turbine Manufacturing plant. In the yard below us we see lots of turbine blades. They are huge. Farther away we see the towers being loaded onto some kind of platform ship.

Many of our fellow passengers are lining up early for disembarkation. They are probably signed up for the ten hour tours to faraway Paris. Others are making long journeys to see the D-Day landing sites of Normandy. This seems like a lot of effort and bus time, just to get a quick photo of these iconic sites. These locations deserve more.

Instead Aimee and I make the fifteen minute walk into downtown Le Havre. Or at least it was supposed to be fifteen minutes. We didn’t count on the sea bridge being opened to allow four sail boats to slowly pass. Even then the bridge didn’t close immediately until another pedestrian pushed an intercom button to get the French attendant off his coffee break.

When we reach the city front, we are confronted with a large colorful piece of artwork, made out of shipping containers. Very appropriate for France’s largest container port.

Being a strategic seaport, Le Havre (The Harbor in French) was virtually destroyed during WWII. Both the Germans and the Allied forces pummeled it. The city is now a World Heritage Site, because it was rebuilt by Auguste Perret in a consistent modernistic reinforced concrete design. As we walk down the main street of Rue de Paris, these functional apartment buildings lining both sides, look almost identical. This is so unlike most cities that have a mishmash of styles.

Our walk is slow going as Aimee is in shopping mode. She is a little flummoxed by most of the stores being closed for the month. They all have a sign saying essentially, Sorry, my vacation is more important than selling you something. No wonder Europe is falling behind more every year.

We peek inside the oldish looking Notre Dame church. Le Havre became the main port at the mouth of the Seine River after nearby Honfleur silted up in the 1500’s. In reading the storyboards about this church I was surprised to learn that the city had been ravaged often, including 1694, 1759, and during the French revolution, before being wiped off the map in WWII.

In the center of town, we pass a volcano-shaped cultural center, a floating ice berg art piece and a war memorial. We try to tour one of Perret’s model apartments he designed for the city. Like La Coruna yesterday, we discover tours are sold out today. This is a big downside of cruise ships. They overwhelm small tourist venues.

We continue on to St Joseph Church. It is the symbol of the redevelopment of Le Havre. It’s tall Perret-designed lighthouse-like tower can be seen for miles. We arrive just as Mass is ending. While the exterior is drab, it has a very surprising interior. The square concrete structure is decorated with stained glass. And the tower is hollow and also filled with stained glass. Very cool!

Our walk continued down the western waterfront that is filled with personal watercraft. We walk out on a jetty where we get a better look at two little forts guarding the old port entrance. At the jetty end is a statue called End of the World. That kind of reflects our long stroll out here.

We finish our tour of Le Havre with a required cafe stop al fresco. Aimee has a wine from southern France, while I have a local Normandy cider. As expected it is much better than the cider from Spain. We make it back to the ship for a late lunch. We spend the rest of the day on the ship relaxing and watching large freighters of all kinds leave the harbor.

August 14, 2026

August 14, 2026

Today is another sea day. During dinner last night we left the Spanish coast and began our passage north across the Bay of Biscay. When we awoke this morning, we were rounding the Brittany peninsula and approaching the English channel.

After breakfast, we read a while in our now personal seats in the upper lounge keeping an eye on the other passengers using the pool deck. For exercise we did the six-lap one-mile circuit and then lifted some weights in the gym.

When entering the cafeteria for lunch we are again greeted by a cute Asian girl dancing and singing some “Washie Washie” (your hands) tune. This is the cruise lines answer to ships being petri dishes for disease. How this girl can keep up this happy smiling vivacious act for hours is incredible.

At 2 pm we went to the main theater to watch the musical Saturday Night Fever. The set was very elaborate and the dancers incredibly talented. This is their only performance of this show. As big as this ship is, and as talented as they are, I can’t believe they are not doing this show more often.

After dinner, we went back to the theater for another performance. This time a British Rock and Roll band called The Boulevards. They were equally as talented but only scheduled for one other show tonight. I could easily have listened to them again. I am surprised we haven’t had more of this quality entertainment earlier in the cruise.

August 13, 2026

August 13, 2026 

We woke this morning in the port of La Coruna, Galatia in the northwest corner of Spain. Conveniently the port is right downtown. After breakfast we begin our walk north across this peninsular city. It is humid and overcast. The northern “green” coast of Spain is rainy and has a climate similar to Seattle. The apartments of La Coruna also have loads of glass enclosed balconies (Galerias). Our Santiago guide told us they do that to take advantage of the little bit of sunshine this region gets.

Humorously we walk past a large statue in the outdoor courtyard of a museum facing the bay. I can immediately tell from the pudgy torso that it has to be by the Columbian artist Botero. We learned about this painter/sculptor in Singapore just a few months ago.

We continue our walk to the far end where we see in the distance on a hill, the World Heritage Site of the Tower of Hercules. It is still a little bit of a walk to climb the hill and reach it. This is the only surviving and still functioning Roman lighthouse. It has been extensively rebuilt in the modern era. I am shocked that the Romans would have had lighthouses let alone in this remote part of the empire. Once we reach the lighthouse we learn that entry tickets are sold in the parking lot at the bottom of this hill. When we hike back down the hill, we learn that the next timed ticket is not until 1 pm. This is a major downside of cruising. We are competing with some 4500 other passengers for the same tourist sites. We are not waiting.

On the tower ramp, we are serenaded for the second time by two bagpipe players. Are we in Scotland? It turns out that the name Galicia has the same derivation as Gallic/Gaelic, one of the Celtic tribes that populated western Europe during the Iron Age 2500 years ago. Because the mountains of Galicia provided some isolation, this province has retained some of that Celtic heritage.

We walk back to the ship down the east side of the peninsula along a very nice promenade that is lined with retro Art Nouveau lamp posts. We find that each post is also decorated with a colorful porcelain seascape.

Near the ship we make a brief stop at Castelo de Santo Anton. This small stone fort sits on a tiny islet jutting into the harbor. A little further down the road, we pass a couple of cannon facing our ship that memorialize the 200th anniversary of the 1809 Battle of La Coruna, when Napoleon was trying to conquer the Spanish Empire.

We finish our tour of La Coruna in Cidada Vella, the old town. We stop in the pretty square Praza de Maria Pita. On one side is the picturesque City Hall and on the other a statue of Maria Pita, the hero of the city. The Spanish Armada of 1588 left here on the failed attack of England. In revenge Queen Elizabeth I sent an armada here to attack the city. Maria Pita became enraged when she saw her husband killed and used a spear to kill the English general.

Aimee and I find an outdoor cafe on the Praza to have a drink while soaking up the nice ambiance of La Coruna.

August 12, 2026

August 12, 2026

Aimee and I have apparently become Solar Eclipse Chasers. We serendipitously saw an annular eclipse on October 14, 2023, and then we purposely traveled two years ago, on April 8, 2024 to see our first Total Eclipse. Then last minute we signed up for this Eclipse Cruise. The path of totality runs from Iceland down the Atlantic and across Spain. In Spain it will be a sunset eclipse. At our location the totality will be at 8:27 pm, about an hour before it gets dark.

At 9 am we attended another ship presentation on the eclipse. Aimee and I are both hoping this is better than the earlier Smithsonian lady “scientist” we listened to earlier. This one was by a NYC weatherman. He was excellent. I even learned a few things, especially about the Saros cycles of eclipse shadows. Once back on deck, I see we are completely cloud covered. I hope this weatherman will work his magic.

This is mostly another sea day as our ship travels up the coast of Spain and out into the Atlantic Ocean. I always thought Spain dry and sunny. Apparently the Northwest of Spain is very rainy because of the mountains in Galicia. As the day progresses, and we get farther from the coast the skies clear. We spent much of the afternoon in the main lounge watching the sun-starved play on the pool deck.

Since the eclipse will occur at sunset, it will mostly be visible on only one side of the ship. Not unexpectedly many cruisers are already staking out spots along the starboard side many hours before. We have a nice leisurely dinner and then find a spot an hour before the big event. While we watch the moon turn the sun into a crescent, we observe the shadows on the ship behind us. It is quite amazing how the shadows become blurry and pinholes turn crescent-shaped.

I took too many photos during our last eclipse. Since this one is less than two minutes long, I resist taking more than a couple photos. Wow! The visual of seeing the sun blotted out with our naked eyes is truly a sight to behold. We can easily see a huge solar prominence emanating from the left side of the sun. Aimee loves the diamond ring eclipse finish. This was the finest evening entertainment our ship could have provided.

August 11, 2026

August 11, 2026

From Gijon, Spain we sailed around the northwestern corner of Spain almost to the border of Portugal. During breakfast our ship navigated into the harbor of Vigo, the largest city in the province of Galicia.

Since we pretended to be pilgrims walking part of the Camino de Santiago yesterday, we thought we should finish that journey. So we signed up for a tour to the finish line. Our group left around 10:30 am after the port authorities cleared us for disembarkation. We traveled north crossing two of the long flooded river estuaries that line the west coast. In these sheltered bays we see lots of seafood farms. From these Bateas, or floating wooden platforms, hang hundreds of ropes holding mussels. Galicia supplies the rest of Europe with its insatiable hunger for these mollusks.

Ninety minutes north of Vigo, we reach the World Heritage town of Santiago de Compostela. As we approach we see dozens of pilgrims on their final steps. They are following the seashell signage on the path. Plus many have a seashell hanging from their packs. In medieval times the seashell proved you had walked near the ocean. We follow these pilgrims to the Cathedral of Santiago. In the square, facing the Cathedral is the final seashell of the Camino. They are happy to have arrived.

There is a Mass going on inside the Cathedral so we cannot enter. Instead our guide shows us other parts of the small old city culminating with a nice view of the cathedral from a nearby park. Next to the Cathedral is a centuries old hostel and hospital for pilgrims that is now a luxury hotel. It also may be the oldest hotel in the world. Aimee and I find a nice little outdoor restaurant to have a bit of lunch until Mass ends.

After lunch we join a long line to enter the Cathedral. Luckily it moves quickly and we enter the very crowded medieval church. The only part of the interior that is noteworthy is the altar and it is stunning. The altar contains the tomb of Santiago (St James the Apostle). His body was supposedly found here around 820 AD. The Christian pilgrims who journeyed (and often stayed) here were a major factor in the successful Reconquista or retaking of Spanish lands from the Muslim invaders.

There are long lines to enter the crypt and museum and we are time constrained. We have to be back at our ship by 6:30 pm or the ship sails without us. Instead we circle the Cathedral to check out the richly decorated front facade. Unfortunately it is up a staircase and closed to the public. I am happy we saw a replica up close at the Victoria & Albert Museum in London. In addition I think many of the nice features were removed and put into the attached museum for protection.

We get back to the ship at 4:30 pm. I convince Aimee to do a quick tour of the nearby harbor area. Vigo looks beautiful. While it may not have many tourist attractions, it looks like a nice place to live.

On our little walking tour we find a monument to Jules Verne. He has a statue (with a dreaded sea monster) because Vigo was mentioned in one chapter of his book 20,000 Leagues under the Sea. In that chapter Captain Nemo recovers some treasure lost in a Spanish galleon sunk during the 1702 Battle of Vigo Bay. We also see a large art installation of a boy swimming in the concrete. We finish walking through the hilly old town and back to the ship through a small shopping mall.

August 10, 2026

August 10, 2026

Over night we sailed 170 miles west along the northern shore of Spain to the city of Gijon, capital of the Asturias province. Gijon is not set up for cruise ships, so we dock inside their commercial port. Gijon is the largest dry port of Spain so we are surrounded by piles of coal and other bulk commodities. Since it is a working port we have to be shuttled outside this immense facility.

We have friends who have walked the Camino de Santiago. Aimee often suggests we should do it too. On our long walk to the Old Town of Gijon we see metal seashells embedded in the sidewalk. That is the symbol that we are walking the Camino. Aimee got her wish.

The old town of Gijon sits on a small easily-defensible hilly peninsula. It was established by Rome. There are some Roman ruins that have been excavated. In the prominent main square is a statue of King Pelayo. He was the Visigoth king of Asturias who rebelled and won a major battle against the Muslims in 722 AD. This made him the hero of Spain for having begun the long Reconquista effort to throw out these invaders from North Africa. The Reconquista wouldn’t end until 1492.

Nearby we see a tree constructed of bottles. Gijon is famous for the production of natural Apple Cider. Every year they have a festival to celebrate the harvest. The empty bottles are collected in this artificial tree.

We walk through the old town but it seems to be pretty dead. So we wander through the newer old town to the south. Based on the art-deco design of one cafe interior, its wealth must have peaked a century ago. Like Bilbao most of the apartment buildings have glass enclosed balconies.

I want to try some of Gijon's famous cider, so we check out several cafes. None are serving cider. One helpful lady points us in the right direction. There we find a bar with two large oak casks. I order a cider expecting to get a pint glass. Not in Gijon. I get a full stoppered wine bottle. The waiter pours my first drink from 3-feet high to aerate it as it falls into the cup. Sadly I have had better cider elsewhere.

Back on the ship early, we have lunch and then take a nap. This time we ate early enough to appreciate dinner. For entertainment we watched the ship’s magic show. He was more of a comedian. His claim to fame is second-place on a Britain's Got Talent show many years ago.

August 9, 2026

August 9, 2026

During breakfast we watched as our cruise ship entered the port of Bilbao, Spain. We are on the Bay of Biscay in Basque Country. The Basque are an ancient people with a language that predates the rest of Europe. It is so old that the language is not related to any other in the world.

Bilbao was an industrial city, the biggest in Northern Spain. This industry moved to China and Bilbao declined. Bilbao’s city fathers invested heavily to enhance and beautify the river front. The centerpiece of this effort was the construction of a Guggenheim Art Museum here in 1997. Against all odds this “Bilbao Effect” succeeded turning the city into a tourist magnet.

I have seen cool photos of this uniquely shaped building, so as soon as we arrived Aimee and I got in the line to disembark. It should be a short walk to the nearby Metro Station but the jetty the ship is docked at is exceedingly long. It takes us twenty minutes to reach it. We buy a Metro Card and take the subway upriver to Bilbao.

We are early so we spend some time photographing this Frank Gehry designed masterpiece of architecture. Aimee is not impressed. She prefers the Puppy statue outside. It is made of thousands of flowers. We get in the long line to enter. We overhear that the museum is sold out for the next few days. We persist hoping to get lucky. We find they are only selling tickets for noon or later.

With two hours to kill we walk along the revitalized river walk toward the Casco Viejo (Old Town). It is very nice. We pass the City Hall and the St Nicholas Church. Both are Baroque designs. St Nicholas is the patron saint of seafarers. This church has some nice polychrome statuary inside.

The medieval Old City is filled with narrow alleys and multistory apartment buildings. Most have enclosed glass balconies similar to the ones we saw in Malta.

In the center of the old Town, we reach Santiago Cathedral, the oldest in Bilbao. This 14th century church is also a World Heritage Site, because it is a stop on the historic Camino de Santiago that pilgrims walk to reach Santiago de Compostela in northwest Spain.

We return to the Guggenheim cutting across the center of modern Bilbao. We start our tour on the third floor and work our way down. Aimee and I are very disappointed. While we are not fans of modern art, the pieces in this museum barely qualify as art in our minds.

The most famous permanent art installation in this Guggenheim is Matter of Time, a large set of metal walls that is supposed to be experiential art as you walk through the maze-like structure. It takes up an entire wing of the museum but it does nothing for us either.

From the Guggenheim we hop back on the Metro getting off two stops before the cruise port. There we view the Vizcaya (Basque for Biscay) Bridge, another World Heritage Site. It is not an ordinary suspension bridge. Instead of cables holding a fixed deck, the cables support a car that glides vehicles and passengers across the Nervion River. This ‘Hanging’ bridge was built in 1893 by an Eiffel disciple and is the oldest transporter bridge in the world.

From the bridge we have a long walk along the Getxo promenade back to the cruise port. It is lined with lots of century-old mansions built in a Neo-Basque style. By the time we reach our ship, both Aimee and I are complaining about sore feet. We drop our gear in the room and head straight to the cafeteria to replenish our energy supply. Eating lunch so late, we think about skipping dinner. Instead we go, but just have a Caesar salad and some delicious Tiramisu.

August 8, 2026

August 8, 2026

This is a sea day so we took advantage and slept really late (eleven hours), plus we lost an hour due to a time change. After coffee in our room, we went up to the cafeteria for a late breakfast. We then went to a sky bar to watch the sea while reading. We are sailing south skirting the long western Brittany Peninsula of France. Two hours later we listened to a very mediocre presentation about the upcoming solar eclipse by a Smithsonian scientist before going to the gym.

After returning to our cabin, we learned we got our wait-listed early dining choice. Things are looking up. I wore the new shirt Aimee just made for me from Indonesian Batik. Humorously our wait staff is two guys from Bali. They had to remind us the Indonesian words we just learned a few months ago. A mind is a terrible thing to lose. We learned from our waiter that the ship spent 45 days in dry dock being renovated.

After dinner we attended an entertaining song and dance show.

August 7, 2026

August 7, 2026

We got up late today because this is another travel day. We snagged a last minute cruise spot a month ago. London is a port city but only small ships can make it this far up the Thames River. So we need to get to the large seaport of Southampton on the southern coast. After checking out of our London hotel we take the Tube to the Waterloo train station. There we catch the Southwestern train. Ninety minutes later we arrive in Southampton. It should be a short walk to our ship but we have to work our way around the fenced off car park.

Since we are carrying on, we can go right on our ship, Liberty of the Seas, after passing through security and getting our ship pass. We also have to check in with our muster station for a safety briefing. Then it is on to find our berth. Despite having an inside cabin, it is larger than expected. We spend the first half hour unpacking.

Aimee is hungry so we head to the cafeteria. Neither one of us make it past the Indian dishes. They were excellent. I finished it off with three desserts. Good thing this is only a nine-day cruise. After that we explored the ship. It is huge carrying some 4500 passengers.

Our ship left port in the early evening. We walked the deck as we sailed down the 5-mile long Southampton Water estuary to the open sea. We passed the huge Esso Refinery in Fawley where my old employer had an office and plant. Then we skirted the Isle of Wight along the Solent Strait passing Portsmouth and its iconic Spinnaker Tower. Portsmouth has the historic British Navy yard. I had the opportunity to tour it on the tail end of a business trip many years ago.

Since we signed up late for this cruise we could only get late seating for the dining room. Instead we ate supper back in the cafeteria. It is very nice with loads of choices. This is not going to be a problem for us. I had Crab Cakes and mashed potatoes (and more dessert). Then it was early to bed for us.