With my back to our suite and my eyes locked on far away sights, it was once again time to go down to the sea in ship s. The title of a movie made ages ago, but I have to admit my thoughts were more about the lines from the poem by John Masefield: “ I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky. ” What has become an all too familiar tradition of Margo and I, as the days pass by and the times together over Thanksgiving and Christmas are but a distant memory, we seem to be always drawn to the ocean and to a cruise out on its waters. As you read this post, we are anchored within the coral reefs surrounding Belize, having pulled into Colon, Limon and Roatan. As for the photo above, you may come across it in other posts and commentaries but it does capture the essence of why we sail. Our means of transportation across the Caribbean this time has been the Viking Mars. A formula ocean going Viking vessel following exactly the same lines as other Viking Ocean going ships, it b...
Prospects are looking good that this will be the last time we celebrate the annual foodfest that comes with the back-to-back holidays that start with Thanksgiving and continue on through Christmas and the New Year. Considered a marathon by many, punctuated by a few short-lived sprints, it’s a period that includes time set aside for family, friends, business colleagues and yes, ourselves. Finding time to hit the pause button and catch up over shared experiences, Margo and I found respite in the few moments we were able to set aside for ourselves. It may be the first and the last season we are spending in our rental cottage while our new home is being constructed and amongst our own self-inflicted craziness watching a house grow, it was such a treat to have our family drop by for a week. Daughter Anna, her husband Erich, and the grandkids Ella, Evan and Aiden, all took time away from the chilly weather of Colorado to spend a week with Mom and me. The weather was distinctl...