The little town of Ildir, seems to be hemmed in by large swaths of artichoke fields. In town, we stumbled upon a little artichoke stand where a man was effortlessly spinning whole artichokes into hearts at an impressive rate. Mark was raised just thirty minutes from the Artichoke Captal of the World, so his …
We spent the afternoon checking out Ildir until the wind kicked up and we decided it was probably a good idea to head back to our boats. By the time we reached our dingy the swells had kicked up and made it one wet and wild ride back to the boats. We were …
Mark tries to paddle board to shore every morning for a jog—he’s been consistently running for about 15 years, and only the wildest of wind or waves will stop him from paddling to shore and going for a run. I love his jogging because he often previews everything surrounding our anchorage and then takes me …
