Traveling with the Ancient.
Anchor’s Aweigh, as we set sail for a short 4-day cruise to Havana, Hu-Nah-Nah! We boarded and went upstairs to the buffet, which they harshly renamed “the Bay of Pigs” as we ate our way to Cuba. As I didn’t have my sisters join as our plus 2, I’m forced to take my mother to the show featuring the music of Celine Dion. During the Latvian Idol winner’s rendition of “ My heart will go on”, I almost wished we were in the North Sea careening towards an iceberg. As we are on the same ship that Mr. Golden Underwear and I took from Lisbon to London, I saw many of the same staff. Our former waiter received a promotion which brings his pay up to 8 pairs of cow lips and a bowl of rice and he gets to sleep all the way on the bottom of the laundry shoot on the soiled towels. Our fellow travelers are diverse, as in there are Jews who live in Florida and Jews who haven’t yet moved to Florida. It’s not boding well for the Chef’s big order of Cuban sandwiches. We will wake up in Havana. Hasta manana! Marie Principe Werner, we will see how much espanol I’ve retained. As long as mi casa es su casa, es all bueno.
Rubber Chicken 