Reaching for keystrokes on a desktop whose penance was calling this cootie-laden Mexican cafe, home. Three bucks an hour versus 65 cents per MINUTE on the ship.
Calamine lotion on the shins and the gnat bites will be soothed. Tanned skin, pink lotion. Fashion statement.
If you've never believed in Divine Providence before, listen to this story.
No dining table listed on our boarding card. First time in 60 something cruises that's happened. Go to dining room and speak to the boss. Tells us a table with two 35 year olds is available. "No," says Mama Bear. "Keep looking." Voila...and here comes the good part.
Table for four. Window on top of azure sea. A 69 year old gent and his 51 year old wife, veteran cruisers. Ph.Ds from Missouri. University researchers on death.
Man is full of life. But not for long. Has less than a year to live with mestastisized neck/bone cancer. Either optimistic attitude or fabulous actor. Chronicling his demise with research papers and You Tube. The most interesting couple and concept we've ever come across.
Sort of morbid, you'd think. But they are simply analyzing the human physical and mental state when death is imminent. Unbelievable.
Steve is a cancer survivor. Clinical trials saved him when the other candidates in his group didn't make it. He shared his story with our table mate. Gave him hope!
The ship is full. Food fabulous. Entertainment extraordinary. Papa Bear is behaving save for admission that he'd like to try a coach trip solo for about a week. Yeah, right, Big guy. House locks would be recalculated and your change of address labels would say Boxy Lady.
So, off to check out this part of Mexico. Been here at least nine times but not since it was demolished by a hurricane and rebuilt. Gives me a chance to practice my Spanish too.
I have NOT checked this table mate's blog but here's the address:
DBOCancerJourney.blogspot.com
Be safe. Play hard.
Julia and Estaban
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