Our final port of call on the inaugural Carnival Horizon voyage brought us into Cagliari, the capital of Sardinia. After sixteen days out of the country, twelve days of cruising, eight countries and seven ports of call, our trip was winding to a close and we had reached our final port day. I wasn’t ready. Read more
After two weeks in Europe and more than a week and a half onboard the Carnival Horizon, a span that took us to eight countries, even more cities, no destination sounded better than the ship, itself. And sea days on such a port-intensive voyage were like gold coins – valued, rare and treasured.
In the two weeks we’d been on this trip, we’d visited eight countries. At this point, nothing should have surprised me and I should have been ready for everything. And I like to think I was.
Everything except Malta.
Leave the gun, take the cannoli. Before our Carnival Horizon arrived in Messina, my knowledge of Sicily was limited to the following references: The above quote from the Godfather, via You’ve Got Mail Picture it. Sicily, 1922 (via the Golden Girls) That’s it. I knew nothing about Sicily. Our previous travels to Italy took us Read more
I always seem to forget just how much I love Greece until I’m back in Greece, and then all I can think is Holy crap, I really love Greece.
