Yes indeed, one of the bottles I tossed in Staten Island made it all the way across the Atlantic.
I honestly don’t know what’s more surprising – that it made it to Europe, or being that it was tossed from Staten Island that it wasn’t pulled by the currents right to Italy. (For French readers, that was a cheap joke about the number of Italians in Staten Island. But I am from New Jersey and allowed to make such cheap jokes.)
Here is where it was found, north of Bordeaux, south of La Rochelle, near Royan. Where, according to Google maps, there is a restaurant called “Face a New York”. Right back atcha, Royan! –
And here are the people who found it, Alain and Brigitte. Look how attractive!
The first email I received was from Brigitte. It is one of the most charming emails I have ever received and I will not try to describe how perfectly French and vibrant it is. Instead, here is the email unchanged –
“Hello mister BOORUJY !
Marvellous! I found a bottle yesterday on my beach in France, new ROYAN.
I’m painter too, extraordinary adventure.
My English is not “formidable”, but I’ve understand all you say on the N.Y.P site.
The bottle arrive in a perfect aspect… covered with shells, we was taking a walk on our beach, we was sad cause of the disaster of the “tempest” the beach looked like a “poubelle“
Ecological disaster, two fishes, from far country dead on the sound… And, just three year after our sending, in January 2013, we found your messages.(the 17of January 2016)
Thanks for the drawing, the cormorant is “magnifique”
I’m 65 years, I’m so happy to h’ve find this bottle,
My husband and me , we are going to contact the association concerned by the birds, and also by the “no respect “of the environnement .
My name is Brigitte, I leave in SAINTES, between La ROCHELLE and BORDEAUX ….
Thanks for your action!
VICTORY FOR THE BOTLE “
How great is that? My favorite thing about French people is how French they are. Making things even sweeter is that Brigitte is also an artist.
Here is what the bottle looked like upon its arrival on the beach near Royan –
All 29 months at sea are evident on the bottle. Some life took up residence in the etched design, and there seems to be a barnacle attached to the wax on top.
Brigitte with the bottle –
And revealing its contents –
I don’t remember that cormorant looking so shell-shocked. But I suppose all that time at sea would change anyone. It’s hard not to picture the bottle in the middle of the ocean, in the middle of the night. Calm water with snow falling, strong storms, searing sun, endless drizzle. Reflecting lights of passing ships, being nosed by a whale. And eventually reaching land again.
I like seeing the rolls of paper in a pair of hands across the ocean, knowing that I was the last person to hold them, no one in between us but the water. I used to think about that all the time as a kid when I was in the ocean – that there was only water between me and some other kid on the other side of the planet.
My deepest thanks to Alain and Brigitte for all the photos and the brilliant correspondence. It has been such a pleasure meeting you.