My Pleasure

I am home. So glad to be with my peeps again. But so sad to not have anyone to put my napkin on my lap for me. Yes, it was 5 days of pampering with my Mommy and sisters on this..

As predicted we laughed, we shopped, and we ate to our hearts content. We saw beautiful sights, none more beautiful than this...
Among other things, I was reminded how generous my mother is. I always tip just enough to feel like I have given something, but no more. Let me just say this, if you want to find a lucrative job, be the wheelchair attendant in any airport that my mother travels in. She is a generous tipper and I learned from her (again), the beauty of being an giver...
We started out in Miami. O my word, what a beautiful city...
I've never wanted to go to Miami, but I understand what all the fuss is about now. Not only is it beautiful, but the people were so kind and welcoming and the Cuban food was yummy!

Here we are, giddy with excitement, just as we are entering the ship knowing that, for the next four days, our every wish will be granted...
And every time we say thank you for those granted wishes, it would be answered with "My Pleasure" in a myriad of different accents. So lovely. There are many reasons why I would recommend Celebrity cruise line and this one is near the top of the list.

We excitedly disembarked, headed for Key West, without a thought of the Titanic in my head...
Though I still missed everyone back home, I was so happy to be with these women who I admire and adore...
Dinner the first night was yummy as expected. Here is a picture of my Mushroom Cappuccino Soup...

Where do they come up with this stuff? All I know is that I'm so happy that they do! Later on, back in our adjoining staterooms I was wanting a picture of all of us, but Gunga had already put on her jammies. It's really not fair to ask the woman who has macular degeneration to try to take a picture, but I did...
Actually, she did a great job...
And was a great sport about it as well. I have also learned from my mother the value of being able to laugh at yourself. Unfortunately, I give myself lots of material.

I took along a little reminder of home. The kids usually send us with one stuffed animal per child to remember them by. Since I left really early in the morning, only Emmie sent a stow away along. Meet Puffer...
He had a grand old time. As did we. More to come...