I don’t normally go out much in the evenings, but Beloved does, and I wanted to be a sport on this three night cruise to pick up our 15th credit… and magical Elite status on Princess. Not that it’s as magical as it used to be. However, it’s not half bad. You get a bar … Continue reading Well, that was about as silly-buggers as I’ve ever seen on a cruise ship.
We made it to Barcelona, typically early morning as the cruise ships tend to do - and they clearly wanted us to bug off. So off we went to sit in the shade, surrounded by luggage, to wait until 11, at which point we could deposit our stuff in the AirBnB, then check in at … Continue reading Dark History of Barcelona
Yes, it’s starting again, even while we’re traveling the world. We’re planning to foster a guide dog pupper from the R litter (I guess GDA passed on the letter Q because with a litter of 13 puppies, that’s a LOT of Q-y names.) Beloved wants to get another puppy raised before I retire, and we … Continue reading Preparing for the puppy…
We started off the day early, for which I was grateful, given the almost 11,000 cruise ship passengers in port for the day. At around 8am, we were hustled off to the bus to be whisked away to the land of ancient pervy people. After a brief introduction, the tour guide (again, unsurprisingly in heavily … Continue reading Advertising the unprintable in Pompeii and other stories…
And now, Sicily. Specifically, Messina, the port that just about kisses the toe of the Italian boot. It’s a very short hop over to the mainland… which is why Messina has the dubious distinction of being the conduit of the Black Plague into Europe in the 1340s - well, that and the idea this place … Continue reading Muzzles and Clamps
Welp. In addition to needing to know how to say eff-Harry’s-toe, today I realized I needed another phrase. Σιγά το διάολο! No idea how to pronounce it. However, it means “Slow the f😳ck down!!” The taxi driver, paid through Uber, received a set rate to get us from the flat to the port. Ergo, it … Continue reading Up the cliffs
So on a short weekend cruise from San Francisco to Vancouver, we did a celebration for our twenty years since adopting the kids. It was me, Beloved, Granny, our daughter Blondie, her boyfriend, and our son, the Boy. As we adopted them as children, Blondie’s now 30 and the Boy is 26. We decided that… … Continue reading Family suite on the Grand Princess
Another family was sitting in our seats at the Easter service. You know what that’s like in church… I imagine it’s the same at temple, mosque or whatever… that’s my real estate for the service. Doesn’t matter I haven’t attended in several months. My dad sat there and now my bottom belonged on that length … Continue reading “I’ll go to an early dinner without complaining…” Granny bargained.
So our journey out to the greater Miami/Ft Lauderdale area itself was relatively uneventful. The months leading up to it, however, were unmitigated torture. We started out with seven. Me, Beloved, our two (Blondie, 27 and The Boy, 22), my mother, 81, and my sister’s two (my niece 26, and nephew 23). My sister couldn’t … Continue reading Heading out to Family Madness
My beloved and I went on a Princess Cruise in January of this year. We’re avid cruisers, she and I, although we sometimes disagree on activities and where to hang out. This was our 25th anniversary cruise, long planned, through the Panama Canal, and our first excursion was a "Stingray Encounter, Snorkeling and Lunch on … Continue reading Me, the Stingray & the Squid…
Examining Misadventures 