Sunday, January 26, 2014

Home are the Sailors...


...Home from making fun of Chinese restaurant names.

Oh, and home from the sea, too, as the piquantly named Han Cream is an ornament of old San Juan (Puerto Rico, you know; every time I say the city's name, I add a mental "You lovely island..." and think of either Chita Rivera or Rita Moreno, which those around me probably find unnerving), which we encountered early last week.

Oh, I know I could have chosen something a little more scenic - a sweeping view of some island harbor, perhaps, or the simple magnificence of the ocean seem from our capacious balcony on the exceedingly comfortable cruise ship that took us about, but after a day of travel and an extremely affecting reunion with the dogs (more of whose hejira anon), this is all I have energy for.

It really was good fun - lots of silly cocktails, too much rich food (surprisingly good and varied), and a funny tale or two left to tell.  All in good time; for now, I have to rummage around for clean underwear and prepare to face the horror of another January Monday.  Chilly, kids, and I'm not liking it one bit.

4 comments:

  1. "always the hurricanes constantly blowing…." Nice to have you back.

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  2. "Always the population growing..."

    Welcome home! Jx

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  3. how does one manage to grasp the chopsticks?

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    1. It's one of those questions for the ages, really, isn't it?

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