There’s now strong evidence that Trump committed two felonies when he instructed Michael Cohen to pay off two women to silence them just before the election. The Cohen indictment also showed Trump continued to plan a Trump Tower in Moscow while running for president (and denying any contacts with Russia).
In other words, Democrats have what they need to impeach when the new Congress is sworn in next month. But I agree with James Comey…
“All of us should use every breath we have to make sure the lies stop on January 20, 2021,” Comey said, advocating the electoral removal of the man who fired him from the FBI.
Comey said Democrats “have to win” in 2020.
“We need a moment of inflection where we all get off the couch and say, ‘That is not who we are,’ and, in a landslide, rid ourselves of this attack on our values,” Comey said.
He said he hopes the president is not impeached before the election because it would “let the country off the hook” and leave a third of the country believing Trump had been the victim of a coup.
Congress should focus on doing what it can to protect the country and advance a progressive agenda. Let the voters throw the scoundrels out.
Never mind that a key scene in the movie never happened, but how do you take one of humankind’s greatest achievments and drain it of all interest? The chief focus of the film seems to be Armstrong’s inability to say he loved his sons. Claire Foy, as Armstrong’s long-suffering wife, is wasted. She’s all blue eyes and pouty anger, with none of the simmering power of her young Elizabeth in The Crown. It would be pretty hard to waste Ryan Gosling‘s scant talents, but is that supposed to be a Wisconsin accent? Yah sure, you betcha. At least he didn’t get to sing or dance. Or emote.
Hollywood obviously wanted to reward Damien Chazelle for his Best Picture Oscar last year for La La Land, one of the saddest movies of the year. Oh yeah. Except Moonlight won. Ron Howard would have done a better job. Stephen Spielberg would have done better. Adam f*ing Sandler would have been better. Well maybe not, but you get the idea.
This is not the movie Neil Armstrong or any of the heroes at NASA deserve.
The time has come to leave our ship and return to our home. All things, good and bad, must come to an end eventually. It’s the curse and blessing of life.
This trip was one of the good things.
We’ve had so much fun, made new friends, and learned about our ourselves and our world. We are terribly sad to be leaving the Encore and her crew, the Mediterranean: Spain, Portugal, France, Morocco, Italy, Monaco, and Malta. This is a wonderful part of the world.
But we’re also glad to be coming back to Petaluma. We miss you all and the comforts of home. And we’re coming home with each other and our memories.
Thanks for putting up with these postcards. If for some reason you want even more pictures and stories check Lisa’s blog: LifeOfLisa.com or Leo’s blog, Leolaporte.com. We’ve got lots of great pictures to post, but give us some time to unpack and decompress
The last day of the cruise and we had to make it the most challenging: a 13 mile bike ride up to the medieval Spanish town of Pals. Yes another medieval town, but quite a lovely one.
The last time we went on a bike excursion on a cruise was five years ago in Greece. The guide kept asking Léo if he was ok because he was panting so hard. This time was a lot easier because they were electric bikes, and whenever we came to a big hill the electric engine helped us zip up with without any heavy breathing. (Lisa didn’t even break a sweat but she wasn’t so happy about the “snazzy” helmet she had to wear.) Great fun! Léo has already ordered one for home! A bike not the helmet.
Tonight we’ll eat our last supper in the Thomas Keller Grill with our favorite wait staff: Miguel, Natalia, Christiana, and Jennifer. We don’t have a reservation but they like us so much they’re insisting we come anyway. Truthfully we like the staff on the ship more than the passengers. They’re from all over the world and have a lively spirit. They work really hard but seem to also be having a great time.
Last night our waiter, Troy from Trinidad, said to watch for dolphins out the window next to our table. He said he’d called them and they should be here any minute. When they didn’t show, he said they’d called and were delayed by bad traffic. I guess you had to be there. We had fun anyway.
Tomorrow it’s back to the real world, but meanwhile the caviar is here one last time…
We are back in France. Well I guess Corsica is technically France — we were there yesterday — but it didn’t seem that way, more like a Italian/French hybrid. And don’t call the Corsicans French whatever you do.
We blew it in Corsica. Instead of visiting the Bonifacio bastion which was right there in port we bought an excursion to Porto Vecchio, which despite the name is a modern tourist trap. We did find a good boulangerie and spent the morning there instead of shopping which is clearly what we were supposed to be doing. We didn’t take many pictures, and none worth putting on a postcard.
Today is much nicer. We’re in Provence and went wine and olive oil tasting, then visited a lovely medieval castle town called Castellet. Imagine an artists’ colony like Carmel but high above the sea. It would be a wonderful place to spend more time.
The picture on the reverse is of Lisa entering through the main gate into the walled village. The town was festooned with flowers, like many of the small French towns we have visited.
Tomorrow we’re in Palamos Spain for our last day. Then it’s home on Saturday.
We are so glad we got two full days bere. If you love history, Malta is an immovable feast. We visited:
The Hypogeum – A 5000 year old underground crypt carved by Neolithic priests with stone and antler out of the native limestone. Even the red ochre spiral paintings have survived the millennia. Mostly because the crypt lay undiscovered until 1902.
The Ħaġar Qim – one of the most ancient religious sites in the world. A stone temple predating Stonehenge by 1000 years.
The Archaeological Museum where we saw the beautiful lady on the reverse. She may be thousands of years old, but she doesn’t look a day over 30. Truly a masterpiece from the pre-historic world.
We watched the evening cannon firing from the ramparts just as the Brits did it in the colonial period. (See the fellow in the pith helmet on the stamp? I say!)
We also got roped into a Pokémon raid by three locals who wanted help defeating a Zapados lodged in St. Johns’ Cathedral. We failed but what a great way to meet the natives!
Tomorrow’s a sea day as we sail to Corsica. We’ll be perfecting our tans, polishing up our crossword puzzle skills, and Lisa will continue to whomp Léo at rummy.
It’s hard to believe we’ll be back home in just a few days. But we can’t wait to see you all. Hugs and kisses!
Sometimes it’s best to have no plans. Our original itinerary called for a morning visit to the island of Gozo and a trip to the Blue Grotto, but for “operational reasons,” whatever those are, the captain brought us straight to Valletta where we’ll be until late tomorrow.
Thus without a planned excursion, we ventured off the boat and into a horse-drawn carriage that let us off in the town center just in time for thunderous fireworks and a music-filled religious parade featuring the massive statue you see on the reverse side heaved up and down Valletta’s hills by 10 grimacing acolytes.
We were so exhausted by the sight that we immediately repaired back to the ship for a lunch and a nap. Upon awakening at 3:30p we leapt onto a Hop On-Hop Off bus for what the guide told us would be a three-hour tour. Hunkered down in the open air top deck we noted with dismay that the bus seemed to be taking us far out of town into the sun blasted countryside at 100km/hour — too fast even to hunt Pokémon — but then arising out of the dust we saw a vision, the Mdina, Malta’s 17th century walled capital. It’s called the silent city, populated by 300 live souls, and thousands of dead ones in the Roman catacombs below the cathedral. We hopped off, never to see our bus again, and ventured into the most amazing city. Disney could have built the Mdina if he’d only had a little more imagination. Lisa and I have lots of pictures. Just ask.
Tonight we go to a classical music concert in a nearby chapel. We’ve had an amazing day thanks to a little luck and the spirit of adventure.