Category Archives: Mediterranean Cruise 9/2019

Sunday—disembarkation day. Our Mediterranean cruise was at an end, so in the dark Barcelona morning, we dragged our wheeled bags down the gangway and hailed an Uber. It was still dark when we arrived at our hotel, Hotel Barcelona 1882, … Continue reading →

So, after a long delay, I’m back at it to finish writing up Mark’s and my Mediterranean Odyssey. I left off after Cannes when I realized that the iPad had been disabled. Our next stop was two weeks ago today … Continue reading →

Well kids, another tech issue has arisen. Somehow, the iPad has been disabled due to too many incorrect password attempts. I hate to think that our room steward was monkeying around, but I can’t think of any other viable explanation … Continue reading →

We didn’t plan much for Cannes because Duncan, a work colleague, lives nearby and had suggested meeting us there for lunch and a visit. I’m not sure what, exactly, we missed by eschewing the proffered excursions, but I think we … Continue reading →

We arrived in Cannes this morning, and while we wait for our tender from the ship to shore, I thought I’d take the opportunity to catch you up on yesterday’s adventures in Florence. A friend of mine had lots of … Continue reading →

I had in mind several ways to begin this blog post, but in the end, I opted to be positive—well, as positive as a pessimist can be. Despite having trouble with my photos (accidentally deleted all of them from my … Continue reading →

Today is Monday, our day at sea. I didn’t post yesterday because we were boarding and getting settled. Those of you who have traveled with me (and probably the rest of you from reading this blog) know that I find … Continue reading →

Ahh, the pleasure of sleeping late. For probably the first time since my early teens, I slept in until 10:30 today. The bedroom in our B&B has no windows, so it was easy to pretend it was still early. Guilt, … Continue reading →

I’m sitting in the little living room of the B&B that Mark and I rented through Sunday morning. It’s a tidy, quiet little place in a bustling area—perfect for a few days in Barcelona. It’s a second-floor walkup with two … Continue reading →