Wind Face

I'm convinced that somewhere out there, 
in the myriad of different cultures and languages, 
there is a group of people who have been so remarkably astute 
as to give the month of March or April a name that, 
in their native language translates to "windy as Hell".

Maybe it's a different month where they live, but here in Newport 
I'm thinking of launching a campaign to rename those two months. 
Perhaps we could go with something more descriptive.  
We could call March "What the heck is going on out there?", 
and April could be "Holy mackerel it's windy!"

Sure, you probably think I'm ridiculous.
But right now there's a guy named "Vermin Supreme" 
who's running for President.

I'll wait while you look him up - really, it's SO worth it.

...

Aw heck, here he is:

Yes, that IS a rubber boot on his head.

Compared to that guy, I look surprisingly normal.

some of his campaign promises include giving everyone a pony, 
and defeating ISIS by using time travel.
Man, I could solve so many problems that way.

Ummm, I feel like maybe I'm getting off topic here.
Where was I?
Oh yeah, it's windy out there.
Really windy.
Always is this time of year.

In other news, there's this thing going on right now where all non-essential businesses have been summarily shut down.  I understand why, 
but I'm quite certain that the gondola business is among the most safe businesses out there right now as far as cross-contamination goes.

I mean if you really think about it, we're even safer than hot air balloons.
Firstly, you can't fall to your death from a Venetian gondola.
(NO, that was NOT a challenge, people. And YES, I'm sure there ARE some bizarre exceptions out there)

Secondly, we're away from everyone else.
There's no sick dude sneezing at the restaurant table right next to you.
It's my well-thought-out opinion that in this time of quarantine, 
when folks are getting stir crazy in their homes, that if two people who already live under the same roof want to enjoy an open air cruise on a gondola with only the gondolier aboard 
(and easily six feet away from them), 
that they should be able to do so.

Sorry, I feel like I'm getting off track again here.
Oh yeah, "windy as heck", that's where I was.

So in this time of COVID 19 where everyone's cooped up, we have been encouraged to stay healthy and exercise, and the Governor of our state has told us we can go outside for that exercise.
With that in mind, I'm jumping on a gondola every day 
and rowing my heart out.
All the while wearing a Row Venice shirt in solidarity 
with those dear friends of mine in the Veneto 
who can't row right now due to tighter restrictions in Italy.

And because we're currently in the heart of the month which shall heretofore be called "What the heck is going on out there?", 
I've been getting a superb workout in this wind.
I am determined not to come out of this strange time in history as a prime candidate for a reality show about 600 pound people.
Drinking lots of coffee and rowing like a maniac seems to be a decent fitness program.
Blasting Rage Against the Machine also helps. 

Today while I was out there dodging sailboats (which were racing each other at frightening speeds), I propped my phone up and set it to snap some photos on a delay.

The result:
A lot of pictures of me making weird faces and exposing a pair of legs that, really, the world would probably rather not see.
But hey, you work with what you've got.
And I've got chicken legs, a funny face, and enough grit and determination to fight those winds all the way to the other side of the harbor and back.

I don't normally row in shorts, but there's nobody on my boat to tell me otherwise (or witness the horror).

We all derive our energy from somewhere.
for me, when the caffeine kicks in, and it's still not enough,
I like to "make it personal".
I imagine that the wind is actually really out to get me.
Then my inner slam-dancing punk rocker takes over.

As if to intimidate the wind, certain faces are made.
Faces that might be seen in a haka war dance before a New Zealand rugby match, but it gets me going. 

Some folks have a "game face", I've got a "wind face".

 
As we venture further into this strange time, I'm encouraging all of my gondoliers to take boats out for fitness purposes.
So if you see a gondola out in the coming weeks, we're not breaking the law, we're simply staying in shape in preparation for better days when this is all over.

And if you see a guy with chicken legs out there making strange faces in the wind, it's probably me.

Fistbumping Again

It happened again.
Parker Harrison and I passed each other on our gondolas and someone was there to capture the action.

A few years ago my friend Ruben snapped this shot from the Newport Boulevard bridge on a brilliant sunny day in spring.

 photo by Ruben J

Gondoliers in Newport do this all the time.
whenever we see each other and manage to pass by close enough. 
It's a fun exchange.

Oh sure, we've done other things:
- there's "high sticking" (whacking the ends of our oars), 
  which sometimes frightens passengers,
- passing extra bottles of wine for passengers or water for gondoliers,
- the rare but appreciated sandwich hand-off,
- and there was that one time when two gondoliers actually swapped boats...and kept rowing each other's cruise.

Most of the time though, a fistbump will do 
(although I'm always up for a sandwich).

Here's a link to the original fistbump post:
http://www.gondolagreg.com/2017/04/fistbump.html

So as I was saying, it happened again.
This time the sequence was caught by the passengers on my boat.

Here's the play-by-play:

The recognition.

The hat tip.

Initiating,

Just before impact,

aaand the actual bump!

And of course, reveling in how fun that was.

As you might guess - we love our job.
we get to be on the water with happy people.
We're often part of big moments and positive memories.
We get a workout while we're at it,
and our fellow gondoliers are great people.
So it's no wonder that we enjoy seeing each other while out on the water.

Sometimes it's the little things that make my day,
and this was one of those times.

The Calm Before the Storm - V-Day 2020

All the boats are washed and clean.
All those "I'm gonna get to it" tasks have been gotten to.
Fresh oars, fresh stripes, and a group of fresh gondoliers:
all waiting for the big day to finally arrive.

Valentine's Day is the "Superbowl of gondola cruises" for us here in Newport, and in a lot of other places.
It helps us get through winter, sure.
But it's also a huge event that we look forward to - simply because it's awesome.
On most nights a gondolier is one of a few who are out doing cruises,
but on February 14th it's all boats all day and on to midnight.
That's exciting to be part of.

In between dialing things in on several boats,
and fixing even more things on land,
I took a boat out to move it to another spot, and I caught this view.
Gary was just departing with a happy couple,
gliding towards a colorful horizon and making great memories.

Happy Valentine's Eve, amici.
I hope you sleep well and have a fantastic Valentine's Day.

-Gondola Greg

That Heat Where Eddie Smoked Me

photo by Cassandra Mohr

About a year and a half ago we did a fun segment on gondolas for an Australian TV show.
Along with showing how romantic it all was, I mentioned that we also race these boats.  The host HAD to have us race for the segment, so Eddie and I took a couple gondolas out and ran a down-and-back sprint.  
I didn't expect to win, because Eddie is younger, bigger, 
and had been training a lot, but as luck would have it, I won that race.

This year at Nationals, Eddie and I ended up in the same heat 
for the Solo Sprint event.
It was again - a down-and-back course.
I thought "well, I beat him before..."
Turned out that such logic did NOT apply.

Eddie beat us all off the line, made it to the buoy turn first, and from there...flew away from us, all the way to the finish line.

It was an impressive performance, but it got me wondering:
was this payback for that race in front of the TV cameras?
Or had he just let me win that time?

I guess we will never know.

Just another Summer Day...in January

This time of year we never know what we'll get,
weather-wise, that is.

Today I was happy to be rowing in my summer uniform:
short sleeves, thin overshirt, and mesh deck shoes with no socks.
My sunglesses weren't dark enough, 
and I was still warm enough to sweat a little.

Just another summer day in January.
I just hope we'll have this kind of weather on Valentine's Day.

Back in 2019...

 

With all the craziness leading up to the last day of the year, 

and the requisite lazy recovery after, 

I neglected to post these images from December 29th here in Newport. 

Just another day - working a job that's way better than I deserve.

Gondolier Mike Bixler heads off with happy passengers 

on the gondola known as "Stella".

Rowing alongside Linda Isle, the lady in the gondola has no idea that she's about to be asked the biggest question ever by the man she loves.

She said "yes", of course.
And they lived happily ever after.

Merry Christmas from the Gondola Blog

It's been a great and eventful year.
I am thankful for the time I got to spend on the water and on land with all my friends in the gondola world - both in the U.S. and in Europe.

The above photo was shot on Christmas Eve as Eddie Rivera rowed past the Pearson's Port fish market, heading off for a relaxing cruise with his passengers.

I wish you all a great Christmas and look forward to spending time with as many of you as I can in the coming new year.

Rainy Day Sunset

It rained last night.
At the end of the last night of the Christmas Boat Parade, 
the gondoliers of Newport finished their cruises and tucked their boats in for the evening. 
And then, as if it had been politely waiting until we were finished, 
the rain came down.
Came down in buckets, it did.

This afternoon, Eddie and I pumped all that water out of the gondolas, 
as it continued to sprinkle on and off.

Veteran gondolier Alex Boullon escorted his passengers down the gangway and onto a gondola.
Excitedly they settled into the seat, bundled up in blankets, 
and prepared for the adventure ahead - an adventure that involved the umbrella they'd brought along just in case.

The sky above us was filled with rain clouds, but off to the west conditions were clear enough to bless us with radiant colors as the sun began to set.

As Alex pushed away from the dock, 
the rain began to fall with greater intensity.
The couple laughed as the gentleman popped open the umbrella, 
and their gondolier propelled them ahead towards the PCH bridge.

 Hard rain came down for a few minutes as the sun fell on a distant horizon.

 After spending a few extra minutes under the shelter of the bridge, 
the gondolier and his couple emerged to see even more beautiful vistas.

A pelican and a pair of ducks loitered near the shore.

 For reasons that only the pelican will ever know, he decided to take flight.
I silently thanked him for choosing to do so while I was actively shooting pictures.

December Serenity

There is a certain kind of serenity that often comes 
with the month of December.

No, it doesn't come in the madness of traffic-clogged roads.
It can't be found in the overcrowded shopping malls.
And while I love the Christmas Boat Parade, 
that's a spectacularly beautiful craziness of a whole different flavor.

December serenity is found on the waters of Newport, 
with the early-setting sun with fiery colors.
It's lit up by thousands of Christmas lights that stretch across rooflines,
and palm trees, and sailboats, and yes...even gondolas and fish markets.

I snapped these photos this week as gondolier Paul Imler cruised under the Pacific Coast Highway bridge and past Pearson's Port seafood market.

With the tide at a low level, and the three bent palm trees of Bayshores Beach in the distance, Paul rows leisurely towards the PCH bridge.
 

Sunsets come in many colors, but when they happen on the water, 
we colors below the horizon as well.  
Lately we've been blessed with some brilliant shades of purple.

December serenity - something I look forward to every year.