
While the bros went onshore in Ensenada, the other in-laws and I went to a food demonstration in the auditorium. Our executive chef (Italian) and the maître d’ (French) did a comedy routine while playing "So You Want To Be A Food Network Star." They were sweet.
It was like being in a Fred Astaire-Ginger Rogers film with Continental valets and waiters. The Frenchie was like Eric Blore, the resort waiter in The Gay Divorcee.

Give me Haagen Daz Coffee any time!

I can't do better than the Piano Man himself...except to say that I loves me a piano bar ...

When the deck hand sent this flag up the pole it whipped out with a crack. Huge flag. Our ship was built in Nagasaki Shipyard by the Mitsubishi Heavy Industries Ltd. and registered in Bermuda. Gross tonnage – 115875. Fuel capacity – 750,000 US gallons. (Well, there goes my carbon footprint.) We traveled a total distance of 2223 nautical miles/2556 statute miles/4113 kilometers.

You want to get the shots, you gotta rise and shine. I can’t remember the last time I saw the sunrise. Even though I’m surrounded by mountains at home, I had an earth bonding moment looking at the sky.
And did you know that the horizon is a curved line?!? Well, duh, you say. You take a photo, you know you can't give the folks an uneven horizon line. What's a girl to do? Crop! Out, out damn curves!

My ocean. My city. My home.
It’s clear I don’t have all the answers,
and I must become comfortable with that.
Step into the water and the sea will part.
Breathe deep.
You are making your way in the world over and over again.

We disembark at 8:15am, carrying our own luggage. Through customs, kisses to relatives, play Find the Car in the Lot. Drive the freeways. Pick up the mail, being efficient folks. Kiss the dog, unpack, wash laundry. Plan next trip...