Sailing, Sailing

In the 1950's when I was a small child, my parents went on a grand trip. My father sang with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, and the choir went on a goodwill singing trip to Europe. My mother was able to go on this trip, and for them it was the chance of a life time. Unlike the modern age there were no planes. The trip was made in ships and on trains. It always seemed to me like this was the height of romantic traveling. I watched all the great old movies with trains and ships. An affair to Remember, North By Northwest, The lady on the Train, and Murder on the Orient Express, just to name a few. They were all so great, and I just knew that I needed to travel like this some day.







The opportunity to be on a boat, sailing to a foreign port was the goal of a life time for me. I really wanted to sail on the QE-2 but never had the extra cash to make that journey. Now the QE-2 is gone, but the Queen Mary 2 is out there. I'm not giving up hope on the Atlantic trip, but a practice journey seemed like a great idea. My husband has always wanted to go to Alaska, and I always wanted to make an ocean voyage and so a few weeks ago we sailed away.





My sisters asked me if I would ever do this again. I'm already planning the next trip. We had a blast, no one was murdered, and the food was great. The only thing missing was Cary Grant, but I have Kevin so what does that matter!