Sopa de Ajo

Last night, we went to dinner at Remazon, a very cute and small restaurant near the pier. The chef came out to list off the appetizers and entrees, and to describe them. There were only about 5 of each to choose from, and they were all delicious-sounding. While we all joked about it, no one tried the beaver, although it is supposedly very good. I had a beef fillet with king crab for my entre. Others had lamb and congril. We all had sopa de ajo, or garlic soup. I wasn't sure it would be good, but man, it was fantastic.

All in all, a good night's rest wears off the airplane scum that seems to stick to you even after a shower. The Gould got in early this morning, so it's a busy time to get the ship offloaded and then onloaded. My work is going well so far, too. We're getting our bearings so that when the NBP gets in to port, we can really plow through our verifications of the information systems.

I have written one more sonnet in the crown of sonnets I'm working on, but can't find the last line. The problem is that I can't start the next one without it.

The weather is cold, and very windy, but the sun is shining after a brief rainstorm this morning. I'm feeling at home here, but also out of place, as I don't know most of the people here anymore. I'm sure that will change in a couple of days.