Last year my mother dragged (really, almost kicking and screaming-dragged) me on a cruise. Not a sit in the sun and see amazing new tropical countries kind of cruise, but a boat full of really old people kind of cruise. I had the BEST time!! We were celebrating her 80th birthday and this was on her bucket list. I made all sorts of new friends and discovered she makes a great wing-woman.
We went up the Mississippi River from St Louis to St Paul on the American Queen, a real honest-to-goodness paddlewheel. The food was good and the wine was mediocre (good thing I had brought a good stash of my own). We went through something like 26 locks, saw bald eagles, a church with a huge collection of Tiffany windows, and explored Hannibal, MO, home of Mark Twain. One of the last days of the trip, Mother wasn’t feeling so hot, so I left her with a cup of tea and I trekked out on my own. I didn’t want to go too far, so I just went on one of the short excursions to an antique mall.
Boy-oh-boy was I in hog heaven. Room after room after room of pyrex, milk glass, and depression glass… I could have spent every dime I had and then some. I restrained myself and limited myself to just a few things. I got both a milk glass and a green glass reamer and these darling milk glass tea cups. One of these days I will go back with a uhaul and shop like mad.
I could go on and on about all we saw and did that week, but they have a brochure for that. I will say the evening entertainment on the boat was outstanding. I’m just delighted to have gone and seen and experienced what I did. It was truly an extraordinary adventure.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “(Extra)ordinary.”