It’s a long haul from Cozumel to Galveston, so we had another “fun” (cough) day at sea. Unlike our first day, by now we’ve learned all the spots on the ship where it’s not as crowded, the right time to get meals, the best desserts to choose, and so on. We felt like experienced seafarers, masters of the Norwegian Prima.
Much of our day was spent simply enjoying the sun.
Except for a bit of rain in Roatan, the weather’s been amazing this week. Sunny, blue skies with a smattering of clouds, wonderful warmth (but not too hot), and cool, refreshing evenings. A guy could get used to this.
After one last deviled-egg snack, we called it a night. We woke up to a foggy morning in Galveston.
After a long Uber ride with a lovely Somalian woman named Marye, we flew from Houston through Denver and back to Kalispell. We’d amassed a healthy collection of inside jokes, and laughed about some of our adventures (and mishaps). It was a grand time. We’ve already decided to do it again in a few years…