Tropical Contact Highs: Eight Breeze-y Nights in the Southern Caribbean (Part 10)featured
My cell phone service senses were tingling bright and early (well, dark and early), but man, they were far off. I kept waking up, convinced it was my spidey-like senses telling me my reception had returned, and we still weren’t quite within AT&T’s service zones. We finally docked around 5:30 am. Mom and Stephanie were Read more