All good things must come to an end

A very good friend of mine (and client) wore shoes like these last summer. They really spoke to me. So, when I found these on a treasury hunt at the Saks 5th Avenue outlet store south of San Francisco last autumn, I had to let them come home with me. I will apparently cross oceans to get the right shoes. Ok, well. There was a work related conference going on in the area also.

Saturday morning we were docked in Civittavecchia. The fairytale is over. I truly hate this. Will miss living in this dream. And I will miss the great people onboard. Bartender Pablo and his funny sense of humor, the very pleasant Domonos (?) that seemed to whisper when he spoke - "will that be with a side order of bacon, Madam?", Felix with his "aloha!" greetings and Sean the Sommelier, that was always there when your glass was almost empty - and is a great guy even if he is a Man U fan. And not to forget Angelo, that could make the whole table crack up with his funny facial expressions.

Good thing we saw the Cruise Director and booked another cruise yesterday. We need something to look forward to. Seadream has now started a concept with open bookings. You pay a deposit while onboard, and get the onboard discount. Then you decide within a year when you would like to go. We have started dreaming about the Caribbean in January. Right in the middle of yearend, the best time of year to go away for someone working in accounting.

We fly home with Scandinavian Airlines. Just as good to get used to bad service immediately. It is like pulling off a bandaid. Better to do it quickly and get it over with.

Got back to Oslo on time. Just one suitcase missing out of 8 checked in for the whole family. Not too bad.

Suffering from withdrawal. To really face the reality of being home, we heated up some ready-made Fjordland soup for dinner.