Like an astronaut re-entering the atmosphere or a kid just home from summer camp, I’m not quite adjusted yet. It’s still too soon (and painful) to admit the great adventure is over. Rick and I are home in Crescent City after 24 days and over 10,000 miles of pure joy.
Clockwise left to right: Grgas cousins Gerry, Johnny, me, Jelena, Vesela and Mark. With spouses and my cousin from my mother's side we had 13 for lunch.
It all began a couple of months ago when we received a brochure promoting a 14-day cruise to four Hawaiian islands. Rick used to vacation on Kauai and I lived on Oahu for seven years. That was 30 years ago. Was it time to go back?
Conveniently, the cruise began in Los Angeles just three days after my scheduled girlfriends’ weekend in Santa Barbara. Once we committed to going, we focused on one goal: simple relaxation. Instead of flying, we reserved a sleeper car on Amtrak’s Coast Starlight for the overnight ride from Eugene, Ore., to Santa Barbara. My girlfriends met us at the station and Rick took a cab to a small motel near the beach for two nights.