Part One
I am writing “The Trip of a Lifetime,” a rather ironic title that necessitates the phrase “so-called,” because the trip I have just endured to celebrate my 60th wedding anniversary almost killed me from exhaustion, stress, time changes, sea sickness, travel delays, unplanned troubles and horrifying expenses that just kept building up even after “full payment” was made.
Full payment. What a laugh. They must mean the shirt off your back to tip the last baggage helper before you reach home to collapse? On our celebration, (which was every bit as exhausting as our 60-year marriage,) I apparently complained so much during the trip to my son, Wake, that he texted back … “Mother, next time you plan a cruise just book a cabin on the Titanic and cut down on your misery.”
