Hey, we crossed the International Date Line again, and it’s the second Tuesday of next week! Well, this week, but that’s close enough. That’s what my dad always said when I asked if he’d buy me a bike or when something was going to happen. It took a lot longer than I’d like to tell for me to finally figure it out, that it wasn’t ever going to happen. Hey, look, here we are, Dad.
Very peaceful morning at sea, gray skies, clouds, and rainy horizons. I forced myself to eat breakfast (bacon, eggs, toast, fruit, chocolate croissants}, then took a bath in the skinny little thing they call an in-room Jacuzzi. There are four jets and, yes, two across from each other just like that woman I overheard told her husband. One of mine shoots straight up into the air like a water fountain. Once I finally
