Heading for L.A.

The saddest day of the cruise. Everyone’s luggage is being put outside cabin doors for pickup, people are saying goodbye, time to pack up and go. So far everything is fitting in my suitcase, I’m worried about one item breaking, but I just can’t carry it in my tote bag. My suitcase won’t go out until I go to bed tonight, because I want to put my workout clothes in it. (And I’m going to the GD gym one last time – that fulfills the goal I set on day one). Am proud to report that my clothing all seems to fit just fine, and I don’t need to wear something with an elastic waist home. The bloody gym was worth every last moment of drudgery.

I would do the whole cruise again in a heart beat! One of the stewards has offered to hide me in his cabin so I can stay on board. Tempting, but common sense is prevailing. In the back of my head however I’m already trying to figure out how I can go on another cruise sooner rather than later. The future cruise sales office has been busy all day – Jo Ann (the manager) has had her hands full. Don’t expect I’ll see her in the gym tonight!

Put 91 Christmas cards in the mail, trying to get a few more done. Wavering over whether to buy one last photo or not.

Okay, this wasn’t a souvenir, but something (you’ll be glad) I saved to the end to share. Pamela and I saw this on a back street of Acapulco – yuck! Mothers spare your children!