Sept. 2 - Tonight we are docked in Escuminac. Along the way, especially in the small villages, people have been fascinated with our boats. Countless times we've been down in the cabin and looked up to see people on the dock checking out the boat or even peering in the windows. Often ours are the only sailboats, and in the last couple places ours have been pretty much the only non-fishing vessels in the marina. Tonight after dinner dad must have said to mom and the kids, "Hey, there are a couple of yachts in the marina; let's go check 'em out," because there was quite a parade of people on the dock. Everyone we've met has been so friendly. This afternoon we were chatting with a fisherman and asked about internet service; it wasn't available at the marina, but he invited us to come over to his house and use his internet service. A family came by and chatted with us; they were visiting the dad's parents and pointed out the house, saying, "If you need anything, just come on over to the house."
Tonight we ate dinner at Claus and Rachael's. Besides trout, Rachael served us cod tongues and cheeks - really! - which she bought at the same seafood market where we got the lobster. Well, it was unanimous: the cheeks were delicious (as was the trout) - think filet mignon. The tongues, well, not so much. In fact, they were awful - even Charlotte the cat turned up his nose at them (yes, Charlotte is a boy). They were all mixed together and hard to tell apart with their battered coating; although Rachael tried to separate them, I think each of us ended up with an extra tongue or two by mistake.
One of the fishermen we talked to said there hasn't been any cod this year, so what I’d like to know is, where the heck did all those tongues and cheeks come from??
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