Milwaukee

 We planned to spend two days in Milwaukee at the end of our Door County trip. We wanted to re-acquaint ourselves with a city we hadn’t visited in many, many years. Since this was Cindy’s birthday trip, I decided to spring for the Presidential Suite at the Hotel Metro, which is an Autograph property by Marriott. It has a great address, meaning we would be able to walk to everything and park the car for two nights. It is described as an Art Deco masterpiece and it had a restaurant and bar, which if the weather was bad would be a salvation. 

We arrived and had a hard time finding the building since we were looking for something Art Deco and what this was wasn’t what we were looking for!  We just assumed that all the cool designs, stained glass and other aspects of art deco would be inside; they weren’t!  Check-in was very orderly, friendly and efficient. We were told that the Presidential Suite was ready and we could go right to the room which was a pleasant surprise since it was only about one o’clock. I was very excited to see Cindy’s reaction to the suite so up we went in an old - but not stylish - elevator. 

The room was large and laid out in a funny way. The entry was long and dark and the door needed to be pushed hard to close it.  Once in the sitting area, the room opened up and there was a table with coffee fixings and water, a large couch, a large desk and chair, and a fireplace. The bedroom was off to the side and had a king bed but no chairs or other places to sit. There was a small closet with five hangers, but no robes or slippers (as per the advertisement). There was also a small set of drawers but no place to unpack suitcases. The bathroom was large and old but serviceable. The ‘panoramic windows’ were filthy and hadn’t been washed, inside or out, in many a year. There were new insulating glass fittings over the old windows which meant nothing could be opened. The frames of the original windows were made of wood which was falling apart and needed lots of work and paint. One of the windows was cracked. It was just as well since there was nothing to see from the windows, even if they had been clean.  Oh, did I mention that the suite cost $550 per night, before taxes?!!

We managed to unpack as much as we could and went down to have lunch. I stopped at the desk and told them what I needed: hangers, robes, slippers, etc. They weren’t sure they had robes but would look. I asked where to find the Art Deco and was told to go look at the Pfister hotel around the corner!!!  Not the answer I wanted to hear. Lunch was just ok, although Cindy had to send her meal back since it wasn’t what it was described to be. We were on a roll!

We decided to take a nap and after a lovely forty-five minute rest, we got up and Cindy went into the large room to see what the noise was. Turns out some sales rep for the hotel was showing the suite to five Asian men!!  Yep, they just walked into an occupied room and looked around!  Things were going from bad to worse so we decided to go for a walk to the Milwaukee Art Museum on Lake Michigan and take a look.  We checked at the desk to make sure we would be heading in the right direction and the desk clerk pointed the way.  Four blocks later Cindy was studying her iPhone map in some confusion and a nice man stopped to ask if we needed help.  Turns out we did - the desk clerk had sent in the opposite direction!  (Later we found out that it was his 2nd day on the job and he wasn't from Milwaukee.)  Once we arrived at the museum we found that it is marvelous and huge, sleek and modern, and filled with treasures that even I enjoyed. We actually spent about two hours in the museum and as we were coming out into the large foyer, we heard lots of loud music. Seems that on Thursday nights they have a DJ and sell booze for the younger crowd, I assume to get them into the museum. Thursday is also ‘pay what you want” so students and others with limited incomes can come in and pay a very small fee if they want. (We paid full fare 'cause we are culture vultures!)

On the way home we stopped in the Pfister Hotel, where I’ve stayed before, so that Cindy could see the truly opulent Art Deco ceilings, pillars and stained glass. We should have stayed there but they didn’t have a suite available. We also found a place to have dinner nearby at "Lupi and Iris" so we made a reservation and walked a bit more to the hotel to change. Dinner was excellent with a very, very professional staff, excellent wine list and topnotch cuisine. We were really enjoying Milwaukee, at last.

The next morning Cindy ran along the River Walk, which is lovely but devoid of any restaurants, cafes or bars. You would think they would be littering the place but there was nothing.  Cindy discovered the Milwaukee Public Market a block up from the River Walk and we walked back to it to get coffee, but while you could walk around, none of the stalls, bars or restaurants opened until 10am. We cleaned up and walked back to the lake where there was a Memorial Day celebration going on and there were flags everywhere. We walked for a few hours and stopped at a place with tents and tables that called itself the Biergarten. So we had a German beer and Bratwurst which hit the spot. 

Still hungry, we walked back to the market and found two stools at the counter for the fish restaurant. The place was jammed and the service friendly and fast. The guy next to me, noting our confusion with the menu, said he eats there all the time and to try the shark bites, which were really chunks of grilled swordfish, which we ordered after we finished our blue point oysters and ice cold NZ white. The fish dish came and it was spectacular so I ordered another one while Cindy got the lobster roll, again highly recommended, and it was, according to Cindy,  divine. 

More walking and napping until it was time for dinner at another excellent restaurant around the corner. Again great service and high quality food, not cheap but worth every penny. All and all, a great way to get re-acquainted with Milwaukee after so many years. We had one last meal at the Delta Club at the airport which had a local lager on tap and pretzels and brats; one could not find a more fitting meal in Milwaukee!

Door County

 June 2025

We began Cindy’s birthday "weeks" in Door County Wisconsin. Forty-five years ago Cindy was in a Bluegrass band that played weekend gigs there and she wanted me to see the area. We flew into Milwaukee and drove to Sheboygan for the night. We met Rick, who along with his wife Sue took great care of Colin and his young family when they were stationed in Sheboygan. Rick recently lost his wife to cancer and we wanted to take him to dinner so that we could talk to him and extend our condolences. We ate at a well-known Italian restaurant, Stefano’s, and the food, wine, and conversation were stellar. The next morning we met Rick at the Coast Guard Station; Rick has been with the USCG Auxiliary for 26 years. There we got a tour of the new facilities and vessels and were shown the plaque on the side of the building that has Colin’s name on it as he was head of station when the new building was erected. 

From there we drove north trying to hug the coast of Lake Michigan as much as possible. It is all farmland and forest and very beautiful, a relaxing ride as compared to sticking to the highway. Once on the Door Peninsula we took a quick detour to Whitefish State Park to see the famous dunes and rock formations. The first thing we noticed upon exiting the car was the COLD!  Man, it was cold and windy and not what we were expecting, nor what the weather channel was expecting since they told us it was going to be fifteen degrees warmer and sunny.  Luckily we had stopped at a WalMart for a hoodie and sweatpants as we left Sheboygan. Weather not withstanding, we had a lovely, albeit short, walkabout and noted that we had entered another spring season. We normally go to places in January, February, and March that are entering their spring time so that when we get home to our spring we’ll have had three or four springs under our belts. This is the first time we experienced all those springs and then started over again. Wild flowers, cherry and apple blossoms, tulips, daffodils - you name it - and they were just starting to bloom. Quite lovely.

We stopped for some photo ops at the Blue Ox, the bar where Cindy played back in the late 1970s. She went in and talked to the bartender who told her they don’t do live music anymore. Other than that she said it all looked the same. We finally got to our hotel around four and we were very impressed by it. The night before in Sheboygan we had stayed in what was touted as a boutique hotel on the river but in reality was a Motel 6 with new siding. We had the smallest room imaginable and a tiny bathroom with a toilet that had to have been custom built by Kohler, which is based there. I swear the toilet was only about twelve inches off the ground - which, when you are used to one meeting you halfway - is quite the drop!!  On a positive note, the people were incredibly nice and it was clean.

Back to Door County: This hotel in Sister Bay, the Dörr, is very Nordic in design - as is everything up here - and relatively new. Our room could easily accommodate three of the rooms from Sheboygan. It is light, bright, and well-appointed; we are happy campers. We unpacked and walked down to the lake for a much needed leg stretch. It was still very cold and cloudy and the wind was intense, threatening to remove our faces!!  We retreated to the hotel for a glass of wine and conversation with the bartender who provided us with valuable information regarding restaurants, sites to visit, and general insider information.

On the trip up the peninsula we noticed there were no fast food emporiums. Turns out that that is by design. Retail chains have never been here and will never be here, quite a feat for such a popular tourist destination. Everything here is a mom and pop run business. There is one place, Al Johnson’s, which has been here forever. It is a Swedish restaurant famous for its Swedish pancakes, meatballs and lingonberry jam. It is composed of four huge buildings with sod roofs - and in season they put goats on the roofs to ‘mow’ the sod. It is a real tourist must see and there are goat-themed posters, postcards, and lawn decorations all over the place. We had breakfast there and it was good but not forty-two dollars good. We had no booze, just some Swedish pancakes, eggs and bacon. The place was filled with a waitlist to be seated, so price doesn’t seem to deter the locals (or tourists). 

All the food here is expensive, compared to West Virginia, as is the wine. Again, it is a tourist town but the locals also eat here so I’m not sure if the prices are tourist driven or just reflecting the fact that it takes a while to transport food up here. While expensive, we have found the food to be fresh, well prepared and certainly served with smiles. Everyone smiles up here, must be the water and clean air.

The weather continued to be lousy, cloudy, cold, and very, very windy. We visited three state parks and enjoyed them until we were too cold to continue walking so we drove through them. All and all it was a wonderful trip but I’ll never go back since there are other things we need to do while we can. On to Milwaukee!   Cindy and William

Funchal Bits and Pieces Part One

 There are times when I think all of us have a desire to seek justice. The crazy driver trying to pass you on curves and then cutting you off, you want to see him pulled over by the cops and just give him a smiling wave. Well yesterday such a fantasy took place. I had been out on the balcony admiring the park and reveling in the quiet when one of the little motorcycles without a muffler began roaring up and down the road next to the park as he popped wheelies and revved his engine. We went our for our second walk shortly thereafter and sure enough there he was racing down the road next to the building and going through pedestrian walkways with wild abandon. He zoomed around the fountain for another pass and to our utter joy we saw him pulled over by a motorcycle policeman. You should have seen the other walkers giving thumbs up to the officer and I shouted out, Bravo!  The kid, to our immense pleasure, did not look very happy!

I eat very little meat since we favor fish and vegetables. But when I do eat meat, I consume the five major meat groups, lamb, partridge, goat, rabbit and roast suckling pig!  I’ve had all five on the island and each was better than the other. The first two were grilled, the second two in a fabulous stew and the pig - my goodness, the pig! Sunday lunch found us wandering on small streets and we found a place with pictures of Suckling Pig. We asked it they had it that day and the answer was "of course," so we settled into a lovely courtyard.  We were quickly brought a plate of olives, two small glasses of dry Madeira wine, and menus. We noticed that the people next to us had ordered the suckling pig and when it was brought to their table we just assumed that two of them had ordered the same thing. When we found out that it was only for one, we made sure to share the meal.  It was delicious! The skin was the color of rich Corinthian leather and cracked at the wack of the back of a spoon, the flesh was moist and falling off the bone.  Truly one of the best Sunday Lunches ever!

Coffee culture is alive and well here and even more intense than we’ve seen in other countries. There are cafes every twenty feet ranging from huge outside tented areas to little five person walk-in bars. They seem to be packed at all hours of the day and sometimes we’ll notice that they are having cake and coffee at 6 or 7 pm, just when we are thinking about dinner. Most places charge less than one euro for a coffee, but other high-end sit down places will find you paying 3 or 4 euros for just a plain little cup, nothing fancy. We do not frequent those spots but instead love to try little places. After two weeks going to the same place every morning after our run/walk, we are now known and they just get the order going since it is always the same. Nice to be a local!

We have done many of the tourist things and for the most part enjoyed them. Taking the Teleférico up to the Monte Mountain and gardens was fun. Spending two hours in the Botanical Gardens was another great adventure. Two concerts in one week has left me exhausted not to mention walking past at least five museums and countless must-see churches (which we did not).

The food here has been universally wonderful, in stark contrast to our time last year in Ponta Delgada. The difference is that they actually grow a lot of things on this island and the waters are much warmer meaning far more availability and variety of fresh fish. We have eaten in hole-in-the-wall places where a wonderful lunch was under ten euros and we’ve been to some far more expensive places too. What they all have in common is a deep appreciation for good quality fresh food, prepared with a minimum amount of fussiness and served with pride.

More later,  Cindy and William

Funchal Bits and Pieces Part Two

 For the past year I’ve read a few travel articles comparing Madeira to Hawaii. While there are some obvious comparisons: they are both volcanic islands in the middle of an ocean, and they are verdant and lush with wild scenery and beautiful beaches - but they really are not to be compared for a variety of reasons. First, no one can really afford Hawaii!  The hotel prices are ridiculous, the food is mediocre, it is difficult to get around in Hawaii, and the most glaring difference is that you can’t get Spam in Madeira! Madeira is most likely what Hawaii was sixty years ago and it all might change here in another twenty years, but for now, this is really a marvelous island with marvelous people and a fun place to spend weeks upon weeks without busting the budget.

Every morning I stand on our balcony and do my resistance/tai chi exercises and marvel at how clean this island is. I watch with great admiration as the two-man street cleaning crew begins its twice daily task of keeping this areas streets and sidewalks immaculate. First the guy with the leaf blower makes sure that all the papers, cups, leaves and other debris that has accumulated on the sidewalks is blown into the street so that the little street sweeper truck can scoop it all up. In the early hours just after sunrise, the little park across the street is peppered with the ‘green men,' (wearing neon green vests) - those who are charged with cleaning, pruning, sweeping, clipping and mowing, doing their jobs. Poetry in motion!

Many of you may have been reading about how some European cities are trying to limit the number of tourist that flock to their cities. Of greatest concern is how many large cruise ships there are that now pull into small ports and discharge upwards of five thousand passengers per ship. The mayors and city councils are all too aware of the fact that these tourists do not contribute much to the economy since they seldom purchase meals or other high ticket items, choosing instead to bring food from the ship to eat in the public places of these towns or returning for meals on the ship. Venice, Barcelona, Nice, and many Greek Islands have all set caps on the number and size of ships that can visit their cities. Just this week the mayor of Nice announced that beginning July 1 of this year no ship with more that 900 passengers will be allowed to visit the city. He said the passengers on the larger ships that, “pollute and dump their low-cost clients” in ports of call have no place in the French region.”  Here in Funchal we have watched in amazement at just how many tourists can arrive all at once. Today there are three ships in harbor with a total passenger population of 9,500!  When that happens, and it happens every four-five days, the town has a very different feel. The passengers are either German or British and can be identified easily. The Brits are loud, sunburned and casually dressed, meaning they are wearing flip flops and tank tops. (It appears no one told them there is no beach in Funchal.) The Germans are - well, German - in mismatched shorts and tops, wearing sandals with socks, and oblivious to their surroundings. What they have in common is the propensity to sit at an outdoor cafe for hours with just a coffee or beer!  We have spoken to several taxi drivers who think that they add nothing to the economy; certainly they don’t take taxis.

We had a spell of foul weather, lots of rain and wind, and I thought, "well why not get a haircut, - it is, after all, an indoor event." I wandered out between storms towards a place where I thought I had seen a lighted barber pole. It started raining so I took off my glasses which were getting rather wet and saw the pole and sign that read Old School on the shop window. Old school is just fine with me so I walked in and was told to come back in twenty minutes for my haircut. I arrived at the appointed time and was directed to a small waiting area Where I put on my now dry and clean glasses. What to my wondrous eyes should appear but a much clearer vision:  The sign which really read Old Skull!  The next thing I noticed was that other than the skeletons of a large cobra and huge mongoose encased in glass, I was the oldest thing in the room by at least fifty or sixty years! The young kids getting their haircuts were all getting fades or something like that; in any event I knew that was not the look I wanted. The young barbers all had one thing in common and that was their extensive tattoos covering every exposed part of their bodies, legs, arms, shoulders, etc.  I was trying to decide if I should just get up and leave when a well-dressed young man came up, called my name and shook my hand. Well I’ve always been a sucker for courtesy so I followed him to his work area. He had greeted me with Bom Gia, which is Brazilian Portuguese for Bom Dia so I asked him where he was from in Brazil (I did this in Portuguese, if you please). He was delighted I knew the difference and he also knew I didn’t speak Portuguese so he spoke to me in perfect English and we established what I wanted and we were off to the races. I got a perfectly lovely haircut, so says Cindy, and had an interesting experience to boot!

Funchal Part Two

 Week One is done and dusted and we are still enjoying our time on the Portuguese Island of Madeira.  Funchal is quite touristic but still feels, acts, portrays itself as Portuguese through and through.  Actually Madeiran through and through - there are some differences in customs and colloquialisms between here and Portugal, mostly in foods and coffee orders, which we are learning at a rapid rate.  

The city is gorgeous and our apartment is at the edge of the Old Town and about 100 yards up from the marina/ the ocean.  Perfect.  We have never stayed or lived anywhere that had so many excellent restaurants within a stone's throw - and that doesn't count the dozens of excellent restaurants 5-10 minutes farther out. It's amazing.  The apartment itself has presented us with various challenges, the kind we have faced in other apartments where the owner never lived on site. The two bathrooms have zero towel bars, the shower heads have had to be replaced, there is no place in the shower to place your soap, washcloth, shampoo ... well, you get the drift.  Cindy is on a first name basis with all the members of management. In order to get in and out of the complex you need a key card and they gave us ONE, which means we need to coordinate all our coming and goings. After the first week they gave us a new one but it didn’t work and they never tested it. This was particularly difficult when our friends from the mainland came to visit, one card for four people just doesn’t work!

They have wonderful concerts in various venues every week - so far we've only managed to hear the Buena Vista Social Club concert - not the original group of course but really fine and fun musicians.  We'll go to some more concerts before we leave on Feb. 3. We walk everywhere in order to do everything. In order to get to the above concert we had to walk thirty minutes, all up hill!  Coming home was a breeze but getting there was not half the fun

The downside is that it's an island!  Our friends who visited us here live in Southern Portugal and couldn’t leave on their scheduled flight because all flights were canceled that day due to wind sheer at the small airport. They finally got out the next day after more hours of waiting, missed their train in Lisbon (both days; MUCH rescheduling happened); it was one hassle after another.  

Speaking of airports, this one is named the Cristiano Rinaldo Airport after the famous son who is a futbol/soccer star. Everyone here just calls him CR7 (the number of his jersey). There is a stadium, museum, statue, store, hotel, and so much more that is simply called CR7. From all accounts he is a rather remarkable human being contributing much back to the community that he loves so much. Nice to hear about honorable professional athletes.

We have done a lot of touristy things but the one that was the most fun was taking a toboggan for two kilometers down a steep and curvy road. It was exhilarating and just a tad frightening - but oh my, the memories! 

Funchal January 2025

Last year we spent two weeks in January in Punta Delgada. It rained the first week and was ok the second and we decided that this year we would find a place where the weather was more accommodating to our needs. We chose Funchal, only because our friends Marc and Abi jointed us for week two after having spend a week in Funchal and they raved about it. 

We booked, sight unseen, a two bed/two bath apartment right downtown overlooking parks and the harbor. We traveled for twenty seven hours, Dulles to Casablanca, to Lisbon to Funchal and arrived exhausted but happy to see the sun shining and the breeze fresh. We got our first taste of hospitality in the town car we had hired to take us to the apartment. The driver was so proud of his island and gave us a running cometary on the history and geology of the island. He alway said that everyone we would meet would be friendly and helpful, except the fruit merchants at the Central Mercado. H warned us not to engage them in conversation or try any of their samples since they would get very aggressive in trying to get you to purchase their fabulously expensive fruits. (He was right on both counts)!

We were met by the apartment manager and shown around the apartment, which is stunning, but we were so tired everything just went in one ear and out the other. After he left we unpacked and walked on our wrap around balcony that has spectacular views of the harbor, the big park and the mountains on the other side of the building. We summoned the energy to change for dinner and ventured out at about eight. We did not want to go too far and found a few restaurant quite close to the apartment and settled into a lovely outdoor terrace table. English, we have learned, is spoken by almost everyone in the hospitality business and while our attempts at speaking Portuguese were appreciated, they were unnecessary. We ordered a bottle of the house white, which at eighteen euros was a bargain,(the Euro is almost at parity with the dollar) and they proceeded to bring us ultra fresh local bread rolls, lots of butter and cheese and olives. I started with a local speciality which is tomato, onion soup with a poached egg and moved on to octopus, grilled and served with fresh flat green bean, carrots, beets and potatoes, enough for two!!  Cindy has what she thought would be a small salad of fresh greens, grilled shrimp and vegetables, again enough for two. We had a most enjoyable time, eating and drinking slowly and realizing that we were really finally here. Our two servers we so sweet and helpful and we thought all was right with the world. We took the short walk home, had a small cognac and hit the sack for nine hours of much needed sleep.

The next morning we woke up refreshed and happy not to be putting on heavy socks, shoes, coats, gloves and hats!  Winter here is 62 and sunny at eight in the morning and it only got more beautiful and he day progressed. We took a long walk around the harbor, a large ship was in with two thousand passengers, all Brits and you could see and hear them from great distances. We went to a nearby cafe for our Pingados, Portuguese for macchiato, and we shared at Pastel de Nata. Thus fortified we went to a large mall where we were told there was on Optician who might have clip on sunglasses since I had forgotten mine at home. We walked in and asked in Portuguese if he spoke English and of course he did!  He had what I wanted and I asked him if he could adjust my other set of glasses that were at the apartment. He said to just bring them in anytime and he would fix them, again an excellent example of Island Hospitality. Of course the minute we got home and started to arrange things at the table by the door, I found my sunglasses but now I have a nice souvenir of Funchal. (I did bring my glasses to him today and of course he fixed them at no charge and was so friendly wanting to know how we liked his Island!)

We returned and dressed for lunch, it being a Sunday we wanted to treat ourselves to a relaxed meal. We had noticed a lovely bistro The Golden Gate Cafe, which remained us of a similar bistro in Nice, so we went and sat outside in the lovely warm sun and had a light but refreshing meal of fresh fruit salad and and omelette with a small salad. The people watching was a treat as was the local white wine. Again, one does not go hungry in Portugal, the portions are on the large side so we are learning to order accordingly. A unhurried walk through yet another park set us up for a refreshing nap, which we both needed as we are still catching up with time zones.