We got home from our protracted vacation on Saturday. Air travel home from Florida was absolutely seamless. No delays, no problems, no screaming children on the plane, our luggage was not lost. The only casualty was one of the crystal on-the-rocks glasses we bought on the ship as a souvenir of the wonderful times we had got cracked. Damn it.
Our niece picked us up at the airport, and we went out to a great Indian restaurant in St. Louis, then spent the evening in a hotel there so we could go to Whole Foods on our way home. Got home, and Alex went off to Springfield to spend the evening with a friend. When she got back here on Sunday afternoon, she walked into the house and looked around the utility room, and said, “You have all your laundry done already?” in a tone of complete disbelief.
Yes sir, I do… which is why I haven’t posted yet. All clean and put away, and my living room, kitchen and bathrooms are clean and dusted. Jim has gotten the yard mowed and the leaves that accumulated while we were gone are in the compost circle processing for next spring. Ruby has been petted and walked and petted and played with and petted…. Mallory is happy we are home too, although she homesteaded the computer chair while we were gone and is perched on the back of it right now tapping my shoulder and making scritchy noises with the upholstery indicating to me that I should get my butt off here and let her sleep in her accumstomed place….
I have been going through my pictures, and I have no clue as to how to go about telling you all about the truly wonderful time we had in Malaga and on the Seabourn Spirit in transit across the Atlantic to Florida. Here is a shot of her in port at Malaga. She is the little yacht in the middle of the picture between the big giant floating hotels.
Okay, couldn’t you see her? Here is another view, this one in Funchal, Madeira. Here she is being dwarfed by the Aida Sol, the Thornton Dream, and Cunard’s Queen Victoria.
We did and saw so much in Malaga, visiting the Picasso museum and viewing the galleries there, including the special Giacometti exhibit that was in residence. We visited the castles and the Roman ruins, too.
There was a hillside climbing adventure, too, which I will relate another day.
A high point in Malaga was experiencing the beach side “charcoal grill” restaurants:
Honestly, spending 14 days on a Seabourn ship in the middle of the ocean, where if you want to connect the internet connection is like the slowest dial-up via satellite and you are charged $.50 per minute for the privilege so you just don’t bother, is rather like entering a wonderful time warp. It is a most wonderful time warp equipped with gourmet chefs, attentive and pleasant waiters, unlimited bar privileges and a house maid. Jim fits right into this milieu, this shot was taken of him within 15 minutes of us boarding. Notice the champagne glasses — one of those is mine.
Aboard ship there was a fashion show towards the end of the cruise where passengers were encouraged to volunteer to model some of the jewelry from the boutique. I volunteered, got a new hair cut and my nails done and was the envy of all the other models because I got to wear the matched natural Tahitian pearl necklace, only $24,000 (and no, I did not get the zeros wrong).
Had to borrow the lipstick. There was another passenger (also a model) whose mind was quite boggled by the concept of not owning lipstick. She had a hard time wrapping her head around it, actually.
Here I am modeling one of the “afternoon” ensembles, a Murano glass creation that was only $95.00.
Life at sea wasn’t all food, drink and dancing. There were plenty of sunsets to watch. I admit that we slept through almost every single sunrise, largely because we generally stayed up until well after midnight dancing.
Full moon over Ft. Lauderdale at the end of the cruise:
After we watched the ship tie up pierside at Ft. Lauderdale, we went down for our final breakfast aboard. We were sitting with a couple of new friends, and I said, rather sadly, “The next time I sit at a table and order food, after the waiter finishes serving us, there will be a bill to pay.”
“I know,” said Joe. “I won’t be able to walk into a restaurant, order three appetizers and then just leave.”
That about sums up life aboard a Seabourn ship. Luxury, service, intimacy — and no bill at the end of the cruise!