The Perfect Storm: A Vacation Travelogue (Part 6)
Sunday evening: We’re back in our stateroom, unpacking now that our luggage has arrived. Marvin has made good on his promise. The whirlpool tub is spotless and we now have about three hundred towels...
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Marvin tells us that he’s called the plumber, so at this point there is little to do except wait … and continue to use Marvin’s three hundred towels to mop up the recurring puddle. The next morning we...
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We eat a leisurely late breakfast up on the Lido deck around 10:45 a.m. This is my kind of schedule. Back in our stateroom, we see that today’s towel animal is a lizard. I think. I pose Boris the...
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I wake up and check my phone, though I’m not sure why. We keep changing time zones, but without cell service my phone isn’t always updating itself properly. The lock screen says one time, but the phone...
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It’s Thursday, I think. We’ve docked in Roatan, Honduras, and the weather is ultra-warm. Gosh, I love cruise vacations in December. We pack up all our gear into our oversized tote bag. Wayne packs...
View ArticleThe Perfect Storm: A Vacation Travelogue (Part 11)
It’s Friday morning. We’re scheduled to spend the day at Grand Cayman, a beautiful little island we’ve been to before, on another cruise. We’ve also missed this port before, on another cruise. The port...
View ArticleThe Perfect Storm: A Vacation Travelogue (Part 12, the Finale)
Our last full day on board is mostly uneventful (for a change). But overnight it was ridiculously rocky. Not motion-sickness rocky, really. Just Captain-Ahab-thar-she-blows–rocky. It wasn’t a gentle,...
View ArticleIf It Weren’t for Bad Luck…
Don’t get me wrong: I’m a Calvinist and don’t believe in luck. But you know you’re in for a bad day of standing in line everywhere once you discover: your driver’s license is going to expire tomorrow;...
View ArticleGray Hair Everywhere…
It took me a while, but I eventually resigned myself to my graying hair. The hair on my head, at least. In fact, now I get comments even from hairstylists that my cool little gray (read: white) streak...
View ArticleFifteen Seconds of Fame…
I realize the saying is usually “fifteen minutes of fame,” but in my case, it was closer to fifteen seconds. Give or take two seconds. I wasn’t exactly timing it. I was too busy floating in a surreal...
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