|By the way, Im wearing the smile you gave me|
|6 Night Cruise from Galveston|
I would have to say that these two ports of call-Grand Cayman and Cozumel are the nicest in the Western Caribbean. These little islands of prosperity, peace and happiness are so exceptionally awesome.
Life of PIe-The Road Of Excess Leads To The Palace Of Wisdom...for we never know what is enough until we know what is more than enough.
The best part of cruising is to be able to experience everyday things as if for the first time. It puts you in the position in which almost nothing that is so called “normal and familiar” is taken for granted. It usually starts out with the food. YOLO took on another meaning-Eating 3 times a week at Nobu Japanese Restaurant onboard the Serenity and Prego Italian, the other days in the week that end in Y led to me tipping the scale at over 200lbs-.
I was 190 pounds of rock hard muscle, underneath 10 pounds of sturdy protective fat!
|It's Official:Bald is a hair color. |
Shave your head and join the Union. Be brave and shave.
I have calmed down with deserts and am eating "clean" fresh fruits and vegetables- I wrote about my contempt for my default mode of 24/7 feedings, last December on a nautical/gastronomical hiatus in Lahaina, Maui; after the 2011 World Cruise Grand Expedition. I am back to normalcy.
|With Bob Reif- I was 190 pounds of rock hard muscle, |
underneath 10 pounds of sturdy protective fat!
Life After LuauA good-bye is never painful unless you're never going to say hello again.Aloha Maui. Aloha Oahu.
I know travel zoos are no longer in my good graces.Neither is eating on a cruise ship. Certain illusions about freedom plague them both. Life off the cruise ships ,however,isn't much of a culinary life. It is like an end game in chess, a game with few pieces. The elements couldn't be more simple, nor the stakes higher. I have to pay for stuff...as in food stuffs. This is certainly different from the luaus and eat-what-you-kill safaris and big game fishing expeditions I took this year, where no matter where I was ,the stuffed animals on display all looked the same.
Staged authenticity and First rule of cruise club-never miss a meal.Second rule-don't forget the first, and don't miss the 6pm all aboard. It has been predictable as an episode of Seinfeld. Yadi yada yada.
No more choc-a-holic and midnight buffets. My favorite food on the ships had been Seconds! And the desserts. It was the life of pie. Playing the game of staged authenticity in the tourist themed spaces of Tahiti, Fiji et al.,while it was't the Mcdonald-ization of the South Pacific, it played more like a Disney animated feature film The Burger and The King featuring the fat Elvis belting out his own karaoke version of My Way like a good old hound dog with a few miles left.