A Letter About That Paris Trip to Myself From…Myselffeatured
To: Me
From: Me
Re: Paris Trip
To: Me
From: Me
Re: Paris Trip
I don’t hate many things. Hate is generally a wasteful emotion. I hate debarkation. I hate the rush. I hate the downtrodden energy. I hate that we have to leave. I always hate that we have to leave because if you gave me a choice between being at home or being on a cruise ship, Read more
The tone of our sea days is set before we even step foot out of bed. We have this unspoken thing– the first person up always looks out the window. If it’s sunny, they wake up the next person. We stagger our wake ups so that we don’t argue over who gets to use the Read more
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.