I wasn’t over the cold yet, but I was well enough to see my family, at least. And that was good. Gifts given. Gifts received. The trip recapped, and the state of things at the time. Continue reading “My belated family Christmas”
Sleep patterns are off, due to jetlag. Normally I would force myself to power through, to get back on “real” time.
But the cold I’ve picked up demands rest.
I feel good enough to make chicken soup, though. And I’m still hopeful to be able to do Christmas with my family soon. Before D heads back to college, and before I go on any more adventures.
So yeah … some of my onboard internet minutes went to maintaining this streak.
This comes as a surprise to no one, I’m sure.
Also while these were posting I hit this milestone. Where does the time go?
This was my fourth cruise with Princess.
There was a much wider mix of ages onboard, from small children to the quite mature, compared to my prior cruise to the South Pacific (where, in my forties at the time, I was easily the youngest person on board).
The service was, as usual, very good. Continue reading “Final Review: 2019 Asia Cruise”
I stick around the airport once I am dropped off, although I have all this time – I would rather settle in and know I’m where I need to be than be stressed later trying to get back on time. There’s free WiFi, in 3 hour intervals. Even after G leaves, I’m there long enough that I need to renew that twice. Continue reading “The Long Trip Home”
My flight isn’t until after 10pm, so there’s plenty of time to do a tour of Singapore on the way to the airport.
G’s flight isn’t until tomorrow but he’s signed up to go on my excursion with me, just to extend our time together. Continue reading “Day 11: Disembarkation in Singapore”
The port where we’ve docked is a good hour from Kuala Lumpur proper, so there’s ample opportunity to nod off en route.￼
But I wake up in time to see the city, the old train station, the national mosque, the war memorial and museum visit. And of course, to see the towers.
(G had already done this tour, so he really didn’t need to come do it again. But I’m on it, so he signed up again. Did I mention, likes me lilbit? – More than a little, and a lot more than like, he says.)
As usual, because of the long ride and the full itinerary, everything we stop to do is a big rush.
Back on board the ship, we head to our cabins – no socializing this afternoon … It’s packing night. I’m carrying off (which I debate briefly but ultimately decide is the only way I’m getting everything off the ship). I get squared away, showered and dressed for dinner, when G calls to say that T has invited everyone to come down and meet for drinks before dinner.
I buy everyone a round, and we all have a great time hanging out.
Then we go for a final dinner (or is it last supper?) The one that seems less “forever.”
Afterward we all go to the last show which is really quite awful but none of us is willing to leave the group to skip out.
Finally that torture ends, and we say our goodbyes, give hugs, and surprisingly manage not to cry all over each other.
Because all these initials I’ve been using don’t do them justice: Trudy, Greg, Viviana, Andy, Patricia, Suzanne. May we all meet again. ❤️