Taking a cruise can be like taking a break from life. That said, I always imagined my break being on an island with warm tropical breezes, an umbrella to shade my eyes as I lie there in my swimsuit… Oh yes, and the best part would be some guy (I always liked the name, Bubba!) who has NO worries and looks fabulous in his little swim trunks… He’s heading my way with a tall drink and some suntan lotion that he will amply apply to my back and shoulders to prevent burning in that tropical sun when I go for a dip in the ocean. The waves are lazily rolling toward me and the breeze cools any little trickle of perspiration that wanders down my form. And, then I sip on that cool drink and get politely loopy. I have imagined this scene so much that when I realized the cruise to Alaska was the trip to be taken, disappointment loomed like failure would to an honor student.
Yes, I was truly bummed out about heading north for a holiday. (Can’t imagine that can you!) I would have dug my heels in hard for my