Final Tuesday Cruiseday

Yep, I think I’ve taken this as far as possible. There was one other port, a quick stop in Victoria, Canada, and then a few more days at sea. (Why don’t people say “at ocean”? It is more accurate.)

The ship employs people to do stuff like this to keep passengers entertained.

 

I am more entertained by sitting here with my Glay-see-uh colored knitting.

 

I’m also very entertained by walking in circles on the uppermost decks. It is 1/3 of a mile around the whole shebang.

 

We often passed by this movie screen where this marmot or groundhog kept shouting “Alan”. (I have no earthly or oceanly idea. . .)

 

Look at my cute little Mama! She was still overwhelmed by the size of our floating hotel/mall/restaurant! This was at the docks in Victoria.

That city is a knock-out – the architecture, the gardens, the sunshine – Wowsa!

See what I mean??

That green sail boat was offering a “3 hour tour”. No takers in our crowd. They need a new slogan. (We all grew up watching Gilligan’s Island.)

Hydrangeas at the Empress Hotel just captivated me.

Shop windows in the Empress captivated my sisters.

This fireman statue captivated my bro-in-law, the chaplain to the Visalia Fire Dept.

Trail Guy and I had a few maps, and this was a piece of architecture I just HAD TO SEE. It was wonderful on the outside, but our time was short, so we opted out of the inside tour.

Totem poles, historic structures, fancy-pants architecture – Victoria has it all.

This wants to be painted. (On canvas! I wouldn’t paint the rocks!)

I really do go nuts over beautiful architecture. I don’t make it to cities very often, and am in awe when I do go.

Back on board, we circled the decks several dozen more times.

We entertained ourselves by watching Dave Letterman play miniature golf.

Golf is boring, but being with my family takes the edge off.

Around and around and around on the upper decks. Good thing that I love being outside and the color blue.

Finally, the cruise ended. We were instructed to put our luggage in the hall the night before. This is my trusty Samsonite, which has accompanied me to China twice. I can always find it in the sea of black rolies, always. It looks HUGE when stored in my workshop at home; next to other people’s suitcases, it is a cute little old thing. Doesn’t it make you smile? It does me! (Or are you smiling because I am finally going to be quiet about this cruise?)