Whew! We Still Have Our Kidneys

Mark and I are starting our next—albeit prosaic—adventure. We were planning to sail from Athens to Israel and then to Egypt. Obviously, we’ve changed our plans. Instead, we’re cruising in the eastern Caribbean. We flew into Fort Lauderdale last night, and after retrieving our luggage (which was not on the carousel that the airport screens claimed, by the way), we headed toward the ground transportation exit. Just inside the door, a nice Haitian gentleman asked if we needed a taxi.

”In fact, we do. Thanks.” It wasn’t until we got a mile or so up the highway that I realized he didn’t have a taxi meter. Or an Uber sign. Or a Lift sign. Who the hell’s car did we just get into?! My first thought was to turn on Google Maps to make sure we were going where we told him to go. Technology can be wonderful! Fortunately, he dropped us at our Air B&B, and since it was dark, he hung around until we got our bearings and found our casita. No back-room organ harvesting today.

We are traveling with our friends, Dan and Alex and James and Tom (You might remember them from New Orleans), but we are also kinda hijacking this getaway from our friends, Mark and Matt. (We’re the originals in case you were wondering.) They mentioned at a party that they were going on a cruise to the Caribbean, and it turns out that we booked the same one.

We’re just getting settled in, and Mark wants lunch, so I’ll wrap this up for today with this picture from our ship balcony as we sit in port.