Traveling in Relative Hell.
As we wrap up the cruise portion of the vacation, we saw this “beauty” at the art auction. As the owner of Quake, it was hard to allow ourselves to be outbid on such priceless art, but our bid of 50 cents was topped by a nickel by a visually impaired guest, who thought he was bidding on a cotton ball. If the medium of the art was black velvet or towel art, we might have bid three figures going up to $1.37.
As a trip first, Lauren asserted her independence by ordering her own meals nightly instead of Dev convincing her to “share” the 2 choices that Dev wants. This resulted in Dev ordering and sending back more food than our waiter ate in his whole life in Mauritius. I’m sure he muttered about her ordering everything “on the side,” as he sat down at the end of his 16-hour workday to his 6 fish heads and a bowl of rice. All in all a good cruise.
Rubber Chicken 