KNIT SO FAST, BUDDY ...
There you have a finished hand-sock with a perfectly grafted toe. Not too shabby, if I say so myself. I am relieved that I have finished with the dreaded Kitchener stitch yet again.
Tomorrow is another day and anyway, I'm on vacation. Which reminds me, we are underway again and headed to Curaçao.
Ahhhh, Curaçao - what an absolutely lovely island. Our tour guide was even better than from yesterday's tour on Aruba, and he was pretty good. I took a bunch of photos, a lot of them with my friend Chris A. (no relation to Cookie A) in mind. She is crazy about Key West and the islands; deep blue water and white sand beaches make her smile.
Curacao is a beautiful island, Most of the homes and properties are well-tended, and there is less visible poverty. I love how organized Curaçao is (at least according to our guide), and how the public schools require the study of at least 4 languages, including Dutch, English, Spanish, and the native language which is a composite language itself, with availability and encouragement to learn German and French.
I enjoyed learning more about the history of the Dutch presence in the islands. And the Jewish presence as well; the oldest extant Sephardic congregation in the Western Hemisphere is on Curaçao.
My Dutch relatives, the Nathans (Natan?) arrived in the U.S. during the 1700's, way before my Sarif, Albert, Osherowitz, Teitelbaum or Galanter relatives made it here from Mother Russia. Unfortunately, I have no information prior to their arrival in the States. I don't know if they were Sephardic or Ashkenazic.
I do know that once I have access to the internet again, I am going to do some lengthy research on the family through Ancestry, on Dutch Jewry, the connection to the Inquisition, and most important, what kind of food did they eat? Besides worstenbroodjes, I mean. Sephardic Jewish cooking is quite different from what most Americans think of as traditional Jewish cooking, which follows Ashkenazic traditions. Think Middle Eastern versus Eastern European.
And while you're thinking about that, I'm getting ready to do this thing - knitting that first row in the round (hereinafter, just round. Although it should be called knitting in the square.)
Now crossing over the halfway point of the vacation, I am relaxed enough to admit I feel no guilt over leaving the office for an entire week. It's the way the world should work - my colleagues are graciously covering for me, and I will (and always have) gladly return(ed) the favor at any time. I really worked my tiny heiny off preparing each and every case. I met with every case manager, took notes, asked questions, made suggestions. I love working with social workers. They never cease to amaze me with their level of devotion to the families they serve.
Early night. Delicious sleep.