A little backstory is in order. My parents were divorced when I was very young and I grew up living with my father. Except for crashing on her couch for a few weeks before I left for Florida, I don’t think I spent more than three hours with my mother at any one time. So the thought of spending a week enclosed in a floating metal tube was not high on my list of life’s goals.
But she asked. Of course I agreed.
She also wanted to plan everything. I panicked just a little. I voted for the Mediterranean. She chose Alaska. Her idea of a day well spent is in a bar with her friends. I have more excursions on my wish list than days to do them. I have mapped out how many laps I’ll have to run around the ship each morning. She will need a wheelchair to get up to deck. You see where this is going.
It will be a blast!
Maybe I’ll see Russia!