So my bruthuh keeps asking me to blog. Welcome to the 21st century. Instead of calling to find out how you are, they email you to blog so they can read how you are. Ah, family.
Forgive me, brother, for I have sinned. It’s been a long time since my last bloggession. And my life is completely different. I meant to blog about and after my trip to Alaska, but I let life get in the way and now must try to remember those little nuggets. Now, if you’re like me, you really don’t want to read about someone’s trips the same way, 20 years ago, you didn’t want to look at slide shows, or see photos. Well, some of you did. And you’re better than me. I would often count to 5 for every photo of trees and such in someone’s album, make a positive humming sound and then flip the page. And don’t get me started on the one time my friend did mushrooms and took over 100 photos of a blade of grass. I couldn’t wait to see if she thought it was just as fascinating the next day.
But I digress.
A Cruise to Alaska - the high points. Things you will find interesting, insightful or funny.
I had never been to Alaska before. I had never been to a cruise before. Someone said, “You eat yourself stupid.” So true. Which is probably why I did not blog afterwards. I was trying to rejuvenate my brain cells. Did I mention there was a 24 hour buffet?
Also, I had not eaten chocolate in a year as an experiment.
That went out the door.
Or overboard.
Four words: Midnight Free Chocolate Bar.
Not one bar, but a bar, like a buffet. In the disco (yes, disco) where some strange Asian band sang 1950’s tunes, then stopped, and went to the 60’s, then the 70’s… It was great aging so fast. AGAIN!
John Severson, a man who I told, is all about making people feel like royalty, put the love of my life and I at his table, treated us to a shmancy French dinner, and basically made all our dreams come true. (Well, I’m still waiting on the Disney Fellowship and a pony…)
We kayaked. Yes, me. Then we took a helicopter and walked on a glacier. Someone said you eat yourself stupid… no, no. Someone said it’s like walking on the moon. True. Especially if you can cup your hand and drink moon juice. (That’s Glacier water for my slower readers.)
We dogsledded. ONLY AFTER making sure that no dogs were harmed in the making of our sled ride and we were assured that they liked it. One liked it so much, he wouldn’t stop jumping back and forth over the ropes. We didn't get to travel in snow, but that’s ok. We went to DOG SLED SUMMER CAMP!! Where there were rows of dog homes, like little condos. Very odd. And… we held DOG SLED PUPPIES!!!!
I’ll pause and let you all have a moment with that.
In Canada we had nothing planned then considered a pedicab tour of Victoria. ONLY AFTER making sure that no cyclists were harmed in the making of our pedicab ride and we were assured that they liked it. Our cyclist was Simon. He was young and not Canadian. We loved him. He let us go to a garden and play with peacocks. We in turn watered him and ate his trail mix. No, we couldn’t hold a pedicab cyclist puppy.
Beyond that were sunsets, more food, shows and most importantly a Landmark Education vacation course: Transforming Yesterday’s Strategies II: Long Term Relationships. I met people from all around the world and learned a lot about relationships of all kinds. Best nugget I can give y’all: In relationships, when you fight, you often are wanting them to act, think or do things like you do. And they don’t. And you don’t want to date your clone. So celebrate the difference. Viva.
That’s all you get.
In less than three weeks, the amazing John Severson has arranged for me to assist him in Transforming Yesterday’s Strategies I in Greece. I’m working off my flight and going to hear Europeans talk of how they were raised. I like John’s vacations, as they are more luxurious than I’d ever plan, and the courses are amazing for self-growth. Not to mention the incredible people there.
Hope you got your money’s worth from my little verbal slide show.
Hope my bruthuh’s happy and will now come visit and fix my computer.
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