According to our original itinerary, The Insignia was to be cruising the Atlantic Ocean off the Western Coast of Africa. This was to be three entire days of cruising from Togo to Cape Town. What might have been days filled with bridge lessons, knitting, wonderful “stories” by Doctor Sherry, lushous meals, dancing, listening to the fabulous string quartet, and comradary with our new found friends we are now spending like everyone else, Staying Home and Staying Safe. The yarn shop is definitely not deemed an essential business thus has closed until this madness ends.

It was pointed out to me that in my post “And Then It Was Over” I seemed more than a little bitter. Guilty as charged. I was hugely disappointed. I have perfected the skill of seeing the world and all things in it strictly from my perspective and in my weaker moments it seemed like some kind of perhaps communist plot specifically to ruin my trip which I had been planning and looking forward to for almost two years. Finally when the news kept reporting that this, that and even The Olympics were being cancelled due to this virus, I came to grips with my disappointment. Hundreds of thousands of people are suffering far worse than having their trip of a lifetime scrubbed. Besides, we have soooo many, many wonderful memories from that portion we were able to visit. In retrospect, the officials at Oceania did absolutely the best thing for us all. Else we might have been like those poor souls on the Vaandam. God help them!

Our self imposed quarantine has ended almost without incident. Tommy did have a fever one day about a week into the quarantine and succeeded in getting authorization to be tested. To our great relief, the test results finally came back negative. It was suggested that I too should be tested, however, due to the shortage of available tests and my total lack of symptoms, my request was declined. Having heard Trump’s description of the test itself, I was not terribly disappointed. I did continue to isolate myself from the public and my beloved families. Our quarantine ended just as the Stay Home and Stay Safe order was issued. This, my friends, is the proper thing to do at this time. Yes, it will test us. We are social animals. We thrive on human contact, but we must learn other means to fulfill those basic needs. Enough preaching. You all know this already. The real reason I recommenced this blog is to reestablish some contact. Verizon notified me Sunday that my useage was up 79% from the prior week. No kidding. Good thing I have an unlimited data plan.

When I last wrote about our excursions, we were in Uruguay with my favorite guide, Vincento. He was soo proud of his homeland. To me it was the unexpected Jewel of our trip. He seemed to actually live each day as if there are to be no more. A lesson we all must learn. Among other lessons learned from Vincento is the difference in tourist and travelers. Forgive me if I included this in my previous blog, but I believe it bears repeating: A tourist comes, takes pictures then goes home. A traveler comes to learn. His parting words to me were “Keep doing what you are doing.” Now with this virus, I worry about what is to become of him and others like him. In each of the countries we visited, tourism was no less than the third leading industry. At that, their economies were suffering. Can only imagine how desperate they may become if this thing goes on and on.

After a very interesting tour of Montevideo we were taken by bus around the bay, locally referred to as the mouth of a river, to LaBaguala Estancia Retreat. Here we were greeted by Gauchos (saw none in Argentina), dancers in coustume, a band then treated to performances by all the above prior to a delicious meal of their best barbequed beef and all the trimmings. Some of the dancers were to Tommy’s delight somewhat less than fully clothed. He did resist the urge to smooth the snag in one of the ladies’ fishnet hose. Pictures to follow someday, perhaps.

Other days were equally funfilled and perhaps I shall relate more of our experiences out of boredom if nothing else. In the last couple of weeks I have reflected on why this trip, short as it was, so far surpassed any of my other trips. It has been my good fortune to visit Europe some. Those trips were wonderful. Last Spring’s Tulip Time Trip was fantastic. Loved Italy! All of it. Well maybe not Milan so much, but even it had some high points. Just not my thing. Previously I had never given a great deal of thought to South America. To me, it’s primary purpose was to fill up that portion of the globe necessary to keep the Earth on its axis. Was I ever wrong. After much consideration I have come to the conclusion that the other trips were for the most part centered around Man’s creations. This trip was more about God’s creations. The towering trees, the Falls, the sheer mountain cliffs, the rock formations, the wildlife, the flowers, the crystal clear blue oceans, the penguins, those flightless penguin-looking birds, the bright blue skies with an occasional puffy white cloud, the sunsets, the sunrises, the unspoiled white sandy beaches, and so much more were indeed awesome! Such wonders God has given us.

Yes, my friends, even though it was abreviated, this was indeed a trip of a lifetime! I will treasure my memories of it as long as God allows me to remember.

This is Someday! Enjoy it, even in this era of Social Distancing.

When last I wrote, Tommy and I were enjoying the most incredibly wonderful trip “around the world”. Sadly, due to the spread of the coronavirus and ensuing worldwide pandemic, we were not allowed to make even a third of our trip.

Friday, March 13 Tommy and I went to The Horizons Lounge for cocktails and dancing as was our custom most every evening. We were not the best dancers by any stretch of the imagination but we were perhaps the most consistent. Our friends Sally and Jesse from Iowa were also enjoying their customary four or five dances when we all decided it had surely been at least four hours since we had eaten (Jesse admitted he had never met a meal he didn’t like) so we bid the band farewell and reconvened in The Terrace Cafe. We had just begun our meal when an announcement came over the PA system. While I don’t remember the exact words, the jest of it was very short and not so sweet. We were told that the cruise was ending in Rio where we would dock at 8 am the next morning. Furthermore, if Oceania had not arranged your flight and they had not arranged ours it would be necessary to make your own arrangements from Rio and by the way you must be off the ship by 9 am Sunday the 15th. Suddenly I had little appetite for those lobster tails and Caesar salad which sat in front of me. Internet service was definitely the most lacking service on the ship, aside from surly George whose job was to man the specialty restaurant reservations desk. If that guy even tried to smile I’m certain his face would have cracked and fallen off. I digress. You can imagine the strain on the at best inadequate internet with some 640 passengers trying to get on line at once. The following 38 or so hours were basically spent in a frenzy.

Reason did prevail for a few hours on Saturday morning. We had scheduled an excursion in Rio, Highlights of Rio, where we docked at 8 am on Saturday. As this was no doubt to be our only trip to Rio, we went on our excursion even though it significantly reduced our “Abandon Ship” prep time. Good decision. Christ the Redeemer is a sight to behold! An engineering feat! Not to mention the cog railway that takes you up that mountain at a 45 degree angle through a lush, dense forest. After the trip up to the statue, we also had a few minutes to drive by the expansive, beautiful white sand beaches filled with umbrellas and scantily clad bodies then we were returned to the ship. On the excursion with us were our shipboard next door neighbors, Bob and Patti from Vancouver Island. We asked them to join us at Waves Cafe for lunch. They accepted but first excused themselves to run by their cabin for a minute. We chose a table for four, I ordered a burger and iced tea, Tommy a hot dog, fries and a chocolate shake. We burst out laughing when Bob and Patti came in with a chilled bottle of champagne and four glasses. Bob popped the bottle open (cork bounced off the ceiling) poured us all a glass and we toasted friendships and safe travels. While we were enjoying our rather unique combination of food and drink as well as our last bit of time with our shipboard friends, a very attractive young (by Oceania standards) woman approached our table and excused herself to say, “I just have to say, I admire your style! May I take a picture?” She was one of the entertainers for the cruise from Buenos Aires to Cape Town. Her home is Nashville about 10 miles from the path of the recent killer tornado. After she resumed her meal, we arranged for a glass to be sent to her and then the 5 of us toasted health and safe travels.

Then it was back to the madness of trying to get a flight. Only means of communication which worked at all was What’s App. Thru this Brenda and Donia were able to contact Susie who booked us on the non-stop flight from Rio to Houston departing 8:55 pm, March 15th with a connection to Austin Monday morning. Problem was that I could not confirm this flight. Every time I tried I got “This flight cannot be confirmed. Problem with this flight.” Several hours were spent Saturday night with me running between the 9th level computer techie, the room where my phone was being charged, and the assistant conceirge’s desk where I finally prevailed upon the poor guy to help me. It was toward the end of 10 hour day for him and he was continually being interrupted by other frantic passengers but he successfully booked us a flight – that nonstop United flight to Houston. Then I needed to retreive our passports, go back to 9 and book the flight. Piece of cake, right? Imagine my dismay when I pulled it up and noticed the flight was for April 15th. At this point, I lost it. Returning to my room after having the poor little guy cancel that which he had just booked, I called my dear friends Bill and Brenda on What’s App. They worked thru the maze and finally learned that we were paid and booked on our desired flight but would have to check in with our passport numbers at the airport. Throughout this madness, the Brazilian government had decreed that Luggage Forwarding services could not be utilized. The order came over the PA system that all bags must be packed and outside our cabin before midnight. Tommy accomplished this task. Manhandling these 5 fifty pound bags plus 3 carry-ons was an accomplishment in and of itself. Some of you may remember that one of our bags was “damaged” in the shipment to San Francisco. It was held together with brightly colored duct tape for our return. Porters were available from ship to bus then bus to check-in in Rio. No such luck in Houston or Austin. In Houston, the carts are free. Austin charges $5.

Oh, I’ve failed to mention that the ship graciously relented and allowed us to stay on board until almost four Sunday afternoon.

Here’s a tip we picked up on our return that you might find handy if this madness is ever over and one can travel again: Remove your mask at Customs.

The Insignia docked in Montevideo at 8:00 am. From our veranda I noticed a single small peak maybe a little higher than our very own Thanksgiving Mountain. This single peak is the “Mount” for which Montevideo is named at the mouth of their “river of many fish” which also is not a river at all (contains salt water and/or brine) but a bay stretching inland for a way. Ferries cross this “river” transporting cars but not buses to Brazil. Our guide on this most delightful day was Vincento. He proudly informed us that he was a typical Uruguayan: a mix of Italian, Irish, Spanish, Portuguese, African & indigenous. His English was excellent, his sense of hummer priceless, love of his country unquestionable, political opinions many and interesting. As have been many of our guides, when he is not conducting tours, he is a teacher. Seems it is universal that teachers are underpaid and must have more than one source of income. Sad considering what is expected of them. Sad.

Back to Vincento and Uruguay. Uruguay is the second smallest country in South America. He told us not to worry if we were not aware of this and thought Uruguay was the smallest because most people didn’t even know of the smallest one. He gave us the name but I had never heard of it, so if he was not pulling our leg, you can Google it. According to Vincento, Uruguay invented soccer. They won the World Cup in 1950. Expected to see shrines up attesting to that fact but didn’t. The lack of shrines does not diminish their pride in the achievement nor Country. He also proudly confirmed Diego’s statement that Argentine’s bring their money to Uruguay banks, have second homes here, etc. Seems the money is safer here and apparently no taxes.

Montevideo is the capital city housing the majority of the country’s population. The country has been a democracy since Artigas won their independence from Spain in the late 1800s. In the center of the city is Independence Park with 33 massive palm trees signifying the number of states and a statue of Artigas upon his horse. Impressive. Photo op ensued. Across the street was a large cathedral looking building which we soon learned had been built by one of Montevideo’s founding fathers to give back to his city/country. Unfortunately, the hotel was not a success. Now it has been converted to apartments. One can live in a first floor unit (Hell) for 14,000, the second level (Purgatory) for considerably more, or the third level (Heaven) for some 350,000. Unclear whether this was $ or Pesos, annual rent or purchase. Interesting designations.

Unemployment in Montevideo is less than 1/2 of 1%. The President is elected for a five year term. As Vincento said “Better than a Monarch. If you get an idiot for President, you can vote him out in five years. A King, you must wait until he dies.” The people are extremely laid back. Never in a rush. Stroll along like there is no place in particular they need to be. Fewer ulcers here I’m guessing. The economy is good. Better than Argentina. Everything here is better than in Argentina, per Vincento. All citizens are required to vote. Those who dare to ignore this law are heavily fined. Don’t pay the fine? Wages are garnished. The Country only has approximately 15,000 homeless. Not a visible problem. Only eyesore we noted was the presence of tiny little air conditioning units hanging all over the sides of all the buildings. In this Democracy, the government pays 100% of health care and education. One catch on the education, however. One can attend University as long as they wish (Vincento tried four different degree plans before settling on education were the females outnumbered the males 4 to 1) Once you leave the University, you must repay $100 a month for 3 years, then $300 a month for the remainder of your career. No free lunch. Their income tax can be as high as 45% of their income. Something of a sliding scale details of which were not shared.

Uruguay has more cattle than people. Here there is a State Department of Meat whose function is primarily to calculate just how much meat they eat versus how much the Argentine’s eat. Always more than Argentina. Seem to have an inheirant need to outdo Argentina in everything.

Agriculture is number one industry with tourism a close second. Vincento noted that when he first started as a guide, all his charges wanted to do was take pictures. Many, many pictures of all the old cars. Now they have auto dealerships of all kinds all over the city but for a long time they resembled Cuba in terms of auto reincarnation. He then made an interesting observation: tourist come and take pictures, travelers come to learn. Be a traveler, he advised. That was not his only piece of advice. Several years ago a new school had been built somewhere in the general area of the then President’s personal home. Vincento wished to get a job at that school. Possibly a second job, not sure. He was informed that he must apply for that job to the President himself. So, search out the residence of the President he did. After getting somewhat lost he finally found his home to find it being guarded by a single security agent in the midst of a siesta. He stated his wishes to the President only to be asked why he wished to waste his greatest wealth – time. Vincento credits that President for changing his entire life, to the good. Seems most of us use our most valued asset in pursuit of money for unnecessary items at the expense of family. Fine line. We must provide essentials. Problem: definition of essentials.

The population of Uruguay is shrinking. Couples average 1.86 children. Blueberries comprise a large portion of their exports. Mostly to US. Locals don’t eat them or fish, per Vincento, too healthy. Uruguayans much prefer to eat beef that clogs their arteries and die early than fish or blueberries. No fat peoples here, just skinny meat eaters who fall over dead suddenly at an early age.

To build the national capitol, they joined with Argentina to hire an architect to design both buildings exactly alike. Argentina succeeded in completing their capitol building on time. Not Uruguay. It took them 17 years to complete theirs. The architect “didn’t have the patience to finish.” He died while it was still in progress, thus the building in Montevideo differs from that in Buenos Aires as the second architect finished it off with a Greek flare.

Vincento continued to offer up pearls of wisdom in route to our ultimate destination: La Baguala Estancia Retreat Luncheon.

To be continued. . .

I feel the need to interrupt my travel log to discuss what has become according to world news, which yes we do have access to on board this beautiful Oceania vessel, what has now been classified as a worldwide pandemic. We are so blessed to have so many people concerned for our health and safety. We are also concerned for the health and safety of the world and the world economy. At first I had my nose bent out of joint because “this thing in China” had spoiled my grand plan. Selfish? YES!

A couple of weeks ago, Oceania gave us the option of bailing in Cape Town South Africa. We discussed this option at length eventually arriving at the conclusion that we trusted the safety measures being taken by Oceania more than subjecting ourselves to 26 or more hours in planes and airports with masses of people coming from infected areas. This is still our decision.

The Insignia is taking incredibly stringent sanitation measures. ALL surfaces are sanitized constantly, our hands are sanitized constantly, health screening is done of anyone boarding the ship. Corporate Office is in constant contact with CDC, the White House, anyone and everyone who can advise them of measures for our safety. With all these precautions, rumors are almost as plentiful as sterilization liquid.

We have no crystal ball, nor do any of the aforementioned powers that be. We place our fate in God’s hands and pray that the measures being taken on board are sufficient. In the meantime, we are enjoying so many beautiful, wonderous things! Sitting in my little cocoon back in Horseshoe Bay I could only imagine the grandeur of God’s work. We have only seen the tip of the iceberg, but that has been unforgettable. I shall later today pick up with our adventures in Uruguay. Stay tuned.

Thank you for your prayers and concerns. We love you all.

On our final day in this beautiful heaven on earth we actually have a chance to sleep in if you were not going to the Brazilian side of the falls. We were not as it was a very early start followed by the flight back to Buenos Aires and a full day on Thursday. Would have loved to have seen them from any and all angels, but at this age, one must listen to one’s body. So we slept in, had a leisurely breakfast, packed our bags, explored the grounds one last time, ate again and then boarded our bus back to the tiny little airport in Iguazu. The Iguazu airport was a piece of cake compared to the Buenos Aires airport. This time in Buenos Aires we landed out in the middle of the tarmac, exited down portable steps to await a bus to actually take us to the terminal. Another adventure. Once luggage was collected a weary but elated group was bused a very short distance to our awaiting ship arriving just before the closing of the dining rooms. We could not miss a meal you know. Shortly after we had all reboarded, the ship headed for Uruguay.

Before I leave Argentina behind, I’ll share some random thoughts and observations. I liked that Buenos Aires has a very large statue of Christopher Columbus looking out to sea in a park in the port area. Neat. No photo op, however. Argentina is a democracy in that they elect their Presidents and representatives. There are no demonstrations as in Chile, but the economy is in pretty bad shape. They are a very proud people, most of whom live in Buenos Aires. 14 million according to Diego who pleaded with us to each take 5 politicians home with us. Leave Joe Citizen but please take the politicians. They appear to be more prosperous than Chile or any of the other countries we have visited thus far. Tourism is an essential component of their economy. We were treated very well! Our local guide, Tattia, and Tommy really hit it off. She shared with him that she and her spouse/partner/? were planning to go to Italy later this year as she is mostly of Italian descent, they had saved the money and were about to purchase their tickets then were informed that a tax of 50% of the cost of the trip would be levied. From what news I’ve seen, Italy is now pretty much closed, but this was prior to the virus. She was very disappointed nonetheless. Wealthy Argentinians take their money, $10,000 at a time, to deposit in Uruguay where banking, taxes, etc are more favorable. They are very competitive with their neighbors on all sides – as are their neighbors! Argentine beef is the best until you get to Uruguay. (Neither one can hold a candle to our good ole Bayside Fresh Market steaks.) Ushuaia is the southern most city in the world. Unless you are in Chile, then it is Punta Arenas. As I said, competitive, and we aren’t even going to mention “football”. All their wonderful fiber is exported to mills outside the country. ??? Last of all, it was wonderful. Superb. Beautiful. Friendly. Cold. Windy! A place I would love to come back to again and again. If you get the chance, visit Argentina!

This is SOMEDAY! Enjoy it.

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After a perfectly delightful day Monday, albeit exhausting, we get another early start to beat the heat. As we were not to return to our paradise in the rain forest until after 5, beating the heat was not possible. No matter. The sights and sounds were well worth the toll it took on our bodies. Forgot to mention yesterday that we were greeted to our treetop paradise with a beautiful double rainbow. I so wish I was smart enough to post pictures here. Between the two of us we have some spectacular shots and videos. Tommy may post some on Facebook for those who follow him. I seem to be too busy going and enjoying to undertake a lesson in blogging. When we arrive back home I’ll have a viewing party. One of our fellow travelers suggested that a viewing party of vacation pictures was for those who had excess friends and wanted to get rid of some. With that in mind, I shall not force anyone as I treasure all my friends.

The bus ride thru the rain forest back to the Falls is rather fast even though the roads have been laid out to minimize the number of trees felled in the process. Quite a challenge to make a 90 degree turn in those big long buses on really narrow lanes. Our drivers have done an excellent job navigating tight turns, traffic and wildlife. Hats off to the drivers. One pilot we had however needs to go back to landing school. Roughest landing I’ve ever had when we came into Buenos Aires. An off duty or perhaps private pilot behind us even commented on how bad it was. He suggested that our pilot may now be a former pilot. First right wing almost hit the ground, then left, then right again and so forth until he finally got it leveled out. They tell you to keep your seatbelt buckled for a reason. All’s well that ends well and no one was injured so, off for more adventure.

I digress. Back to the Falls. The first of 3 possible hikes, walks, trails of the day was an exact 1.2 mile trail out to The Devil’s Throat. Most gorgeous and encompassing view of the falls. We both took this trail and it did not disappoint. Again, watch The Mission for a hint of what they are really like. After reaching the falls, we retraced our steps back to the narrow gauge rail train station. Yes that’s another 1.2 miles and this was the first of 3 possible hikes of the day. On the return from Devil’s Throat over a really long suspension bridge from one bank to the next we watched a heron, I think, hunting for and ultimately catching his next meal. Not certain it was a heron as it swam under water until he found just the right little brim-looking fish. Trapped said fish sideways in his beak, rose up out of the water and against much protest from the fish finally got it turned so they it could be swallowed head first. The fish put up a gallant battle but alas met his demise. Wished I had a video of that. I’ve watched the blue herons in Horseshoe fish, but they do it from the bank. This one took to the water so it may not have actually been a heron.

Arriving back at the center of the park, our second possible trail of the day was the upper trail. As we had both enjoyed that yesterday, we rested in the bar of an absolutely lovely hotel overlooking the massive center of the falls. One of our guides showed us the original hotel built in the 20s and operated as a hotel until the 70s when Sheraton opened the one in which we were to rest and have lunch. The original structure is now being used by the park rangers and conservation and administration offices. Looks like something out of a 1920s movie setting. The current hotel is no longer owned by Sheraton. A rich oilman from Dubia came a few years ago, liked the hotel so much he bought it. Spent a ton on renovations and has created a world class facility.

After lunch which starts around 1:30 here, (my stomach is still on Texas time) we had the option of walking the lower trail. I did. It was equally beautiful. Such splendor! All the superlatives I know are inadequate to describe this entire region. My phone exercise ap said I had traversed over 5.5 miles. My body felt like it had been more but I would do it all again in a heartbeat.

Back on the buses about 5:30 for the short drive back into the rain forest to our hotel, dinner, and rest. Food was as usual, plentiful. Sure glad I lost weight before I came.

Our second day in Paradise came to a close.

Today IS someday. Live it to the fullest.

Another early morning departure after a very late arrival so we didn’t see much of Buenos Aires. What we did see as we drove back to the airport for our flight to Iguaza was enough to make me want to return. Beautiful buildings interspersed with many parks, especially in the Palermo section. This, according to our newly acquired guide, is the wealthy section of town with all the more noted gardens – Rose, Botanical and now I forget the third. No time to tour them in any case. Back to the airport which is under going renovations, navigate baggage check in, security check (nothing like US. you can take all the food and liquid you want. no taking shoes off. Piece of cake really.) Tommy keeps worrying about his metal knees. Insist on alerting them to their existence only to receive an unconcerned shrug. Anyway after some delay (Thus far on this trip, we travelers seem to be the only ones concerned with any kind of schedule. Must learn to be as laid back as these folks.) we board our plane. Our destination is The Falls themselves. We fly over the most beautiful, pristine, lush, massive, intensely green forest I have ever seen. Even the plantations were cultivating pine trees. The soil appeared to be the same as good ole East Texas red clay. We soon learned that this was the Atlantic Rain Forest which surrounded the Falls and the National Park protecting the falls. Upon landing at the tiny Iguaza airport we were taken directly to the Park. Here you had several options, maybe. If you had worn your swimsuit on the plane from Buenos Aires, had no visible scars, were perceived by the park authorities to be able bodied, did not need a cane or other assistance walking, could hear adequately without hearing aides, and chose to traverse many, many steps you could board a Zodiac boat which took you literally under the falls. Seems the boat became something like a swimming pool and everyone on the boat got soaked. I had chosen not to wear my swimsuit under my clothing all day and never could get a confirmation as to the number of steps-some guides said 232 down and 232 back up, others oh, about a hundred each way but no handrail many places, etc- decided on one of the other options. Tommy, of course, was out due to the hearing aides and knees not to mention the swimsuit issue. So, we took the upper trail to the top of the falls. Supposedly a mile out, a mile back, in total maybe 1 hour. No way. Far too many breathtaking scenes along the way to keep to that schedule. Mere words cannot do justice to the majesty God has created here! Animals abound. Fish not too plentiful but monkeys, long nose raccoons, birds and other of God’s creatures enjoy this Eden. Thankfully, humans have done relatively little damage here. Ones senses are assaulted by the sights, sounds and power of nature. You all really must see this for yourselves! If a personal visit is not possible for some reason, the next best thing and it truly is a distant second is to watch the movie “The Missions” with Robert DeNiro and Jeremy Irons. It will give you a hint of the depth and majesty of these natural wonders. Our recently acquired guide, Tattia, says they were formed by 1.5 million years of erosion. Volcanic rock form the sheer cliffs.

Once we had completed our stroll through this amazing creation, we were hurried onto our bus to pick up those who had taken the Zodiac then off to our hotel for the next two nights. The Loi Suites Iguazu Hotel is located in aforementioned rain forest. It is an ecological structure very sensitive to all environmental issues. From construction materials to furniture to food. Paradise! There is a hotel lobby with a long if not deep pool in the center, meeting and dining areas and computers for those who simply can’t be off the grind. Then the rooms are in four separate buildings connected to the hotel by suspension bridges. Early mornings if one is very lucky an occasional Tucan may seranade you. Flowers almost as plentiful as the massive trees. As I said, paradise. We were served a delicious buffet before returning to our rooms to collapse. After all tomorrow is another adventure in the falls.

While traveling thru the rain forest and National Park (Argentina side) we saw indigenous people walking along the narrow roadway carrying children and/or supplies. Also many preteens and younger riding bikes, playing ball, etc. The Argentine government gave four native tribes land in what is now the protected rain forest. They are given a stipend to care and maintain the land as well as themselves herein.

Today IS someday. Please don’t waste it.

This beautiful day, our second day in Puerto Madryn, starts early for our trip to see the penguins in their breeding grounds. Before I get on to this excursion and all it’s wonder I must first correct some misinformation in my last blog. Puerto Madryn is the home of some 90,000 to 100,000 thousand people rather than a million as I had thought our guide had said. At any rate, it was almost deserted when we were strolling the streets. Not many more people stirring around early this beautiful Sunday as we were headed out either.

About a dozen or so of us loaded on to each van for this quest to see the Patagonia Penguins. Years ago Warren and I were in charge of the health and well being of Taylor and Kelli for a couple of days. For entertainment we took them to see “The March of the Penguins”. As I recall they were not terribly entertained by the movie, but Warren and I enjoyed it. If you did not see that movie, the penguins endured harshly cold conditions to arrive at the same nesting place as in previous years. It was frozen tundra, bitterly cold, harsh winds, etc. As the title indicated, the penguins did the walking. Our experience was the exact opposite. After being bounced around over rub board roads in those vans for at least two hours, we arrived at an oasis-literally in the middle of a semi-desert area. Semi-desert was the description of our guide, Diego. Never been to a real desert myself, but this seemed to have all the ingredients except sand dunes. Hot, dry, only vegetation was cacti of one elk or another, hot, windy, arid expanse stretching to the sea. After a comfort stop at the oasis, we continued on for several miles down yet another rub board trail in our vans. (Gonna go out on a limb here but I’m willing to bet that the owners of said vans have ever been offered an extended warranty on those vans. Not one single phone call!) About 11:30 we arrive at the end of the road. It is summer south of the equator. The temperature was somewhere north of 96 degrees. Most all of us forsake the virtual luxury of the vans for a 1.3 mile hike to the bay. Along the trail were the penguin nests. By this time of year, the babies have all left their birthplace and headed to the cool waters. Smart creatures! Their parents, however, were still hanging around their hole in the ground home tucked carefully under the shade of a cactus completing the molting process. Amazing how well they are naturally camoflauged from predators both at sea and on land. We saw hundreds, if not thousands, of penguins either at or near their nesting place or lined up along the shore awaiting the departure of the seal cruising along looking for lunch. Their markings blended in so well with their cover, it was difficult to get a really good picture. As I walked the 1.3 miles back to our awaiting van, I gave considerable thought to who exactly was the wiser species here. All the penguins were either in the cover of vegetation or enjoying the sea breezes. Humans were walking back and forth in the noonday sun to get a glimpse of them.

After all arrived back at the van we took another equally rough road to view a sea of pebbles and a whale skeleton. This sea of pebbles was reported by Diego to be some fifty feet deep stretching for miles in either direction. The pebbles had rolled in rivers from the northern part of the Andes to the southern coast by glaciers. Quite a spectacular sight. Took a picture of Tommy at Pebble Beach.

By this time we were ready for lunch at the Oasis. While there for our comfort stop, Tommy had spotted several lambs on the fire. This was lunch. I did not overeat this day. Rather knit with their fiber than eat them. After completing our meal, we once again boarded our vans for the trip back to the ship over the same horribly rough gravel and dirt roads. Perhaps 5 miles of this day trip was on paved roads. Upon arrival back at the ship, we had approximately an hour to freshen up, grab our bags and board cushy buses to the airport for our flight to Buenos Aires. Never did learn the location of the airport somewhere south of Puerto Madryn, but it seemed to be the only option. Our plane arrived in Buenos Aires about 10:45 pm. My first glimpse of Buenos Aires was magnificent. A town of over 14 million people was a sea of lights dotted with dark patches which I learned later were either parks or water was just gearing up for the dinner hour. We were all totally exhausted and barely heard anything our guide had to say. The city is indeed a sight to behold! Our hotel located in the heart of the city was exceptional. Sadly, like the city itself, we did not have time to enjoy it as we were up early Monday for our trip back to the airport for another flight to Iguazu.

That, my friends, is a story all its own.

This is someday! Treasure it! Even if it is spent in scorching heat marching across desert land to see an arctic fowl? Bird? Animal? What are penguins besides remarkable?

Today is a beautiful crystal clear day docked in Puerto Madryn, Argentina. We were not supposed to be here yet, but our Captain wisely decided to just keep on cruising instead of going to the Falklands. 30 to 45 feet high crests were a bit too much for us to take tenders to this neat little UK territory. According to Dr. Sherry, this island has more garden gnomes than inhabitants. Also according to Dr. Sherry, never in history has so little been fought over by so many. The Brits eventually won. The pictures she showed us revealed pristine gardens, well kept homes with a very definite British feel. Some 2,500 inhabitants.

Since we did not go around Cape Horn or The Falkland Islands, we arrived in Puerto Madryn a day early. This city of somewhere near a million people was initially settled by the Welsh (150 or so). It is now a beautiful seaside city stretching along an equally beautiful white sand beach. High rise hotels/condos abound. Shops galore. We took advantage of the day off and slept in, had a leisurely breakfast, dilly dallied around for a while, had a burger/hot dog for lunch then went ashore. Mistake. Never before have I seen so large a city so deserted. All the lovely shops were closed from 1 to 4. Siesta time. Pity for the local economy, good for my budget. Saw more than a few things I would have most likely purchased. Some winter, since that seems to be our weather with the change in itinerary, and some summer clothes which I could use today. We went from really cold to 86 degrees and bright sunshine today.

Apparently just over the horizon is the land of the gaucho. The real gaucho, not the rhinestone version nor the garment. These rugged men caught the wild horses the spattering of Spanish would-be conquerors left behind and took horseback riding, roping, etc to new levels. Sheep also abound here. One of the excursions available today was to a sheep ranch for a shearing exhibition. Was really tempted to go on this but decided it would be the wiser decision to stay close to home and get ready for our extended excursion starting early tomorrow morning. Among other things, we will go to Iguazu Falls. Very excited about this side trip. We will rejoin the cruise in Buenos Aires. Tonight we will enjoy another delicious dinner in the Polo Grill. Love their onion soup. I am in real trouble here diet wise. The Terrace Cafe has the most delicious Sticky Buns. There goes the rainbow inspired weight loss.

Haven’t attended many of the shows on board as they all start After Horseshoe Bay midnight, but they are having a special presentation early this evening so must sign off so we can take that in before dinner. Won’t be taking my computer inland with me so won’t be back on til the 5th.

Remember, this IS Someday! Live it to the fullest.

We docked in this lovely city of approximately 80,000 just before 8 am this morning and our excursion, Train Ride to the End of the World, departed about 8:30. Fortunately for us breakfast was served early enough for all to go away with full bellies as it was some 7 hours later that we actually returned to the ship with no food available in the meantime. Not like any of us were going to fade away from hunger, but nice to have my fruit plate, orange juice, water and omelet before heading off for a busy, delightful day. Our trip was supposed to start with the train ride then take a catamaran to Tierra Del Fuego National Park to view the scenery, see the sea life and the southernmost lighthouse on Earth. But Mother Nature had her own plan. The waters were clam this morning, sky mostly sunny and warm (Everything is indeed relative.) but the forecast was for strong winds in the afternoon. So they wisely reversed the order by taking to the Beagle Channel first. Had a guide who most likely knew all kinds of interesting facts about said wildlife, the area, and who knows what else. Problem was his version of English and mine were not at all compatible. Have no clue what the nice young man was saying. I was able to discern that the stone island we circled several times that appeared to be covered in penguins with a single large sea loin in the center of them did not have a single penguin on it. Nor did I see a penguin all day. These creatures look for all the world like a penguin except for one thing – they fly. They flew all over the place. Dove into the water for food like a sea gull. Apparently our guide did not have as much trouble with my version of English as I did his because he answered me when I asked him to tell me again what these creatures were called. Perhaps I should say, he responded not answered as I still have no idea what they are. Plentiful, well fed, beyond that I cannot say. Will try to get back to you on that.

From the island filled with penguin look alikes, we continued on to the world’s southernmost lighthouse. Even Gonzalo can’t argue with that. Couldn’t actually land at the lighthouse, but for $35 you could have your picture taken holding a sign that said ,”# End of the World”. We chose not to do so. Saw many more seals and other creatures but no whales. Did catch sight of one off the deck a day or so ago, but none today. We continued our catamaran trip to a small, rickety wooden dock that looked as if it could have been there for centuries where we all carefully went ashore and boarded buses to take us to the train “station”.

The train is a story of its own. Seems Argentina wanted to make sure that upstart Chile or some other country did not try to lay claim to this area so the best way to do that was to populate it. Like many other countries, they decided to kill two birds with one stone. They turned it into a penal colony. Made the prisoners build their own prison, thank you very much. This prison being so remote even if the prisoners escaped, there was no where for them to go. They could serve their time, or die in the forest outside the prison. The next problem was how to get them to this remote island. Enter the train. Right the “Train to the End of the World” was originally to transport the convicts to their new abode and dare I say, home again when their sentence was up. Anyway the train was a steam locomotive. Tiny, quaint, delightful. For us anyway if not its original passengers.

Once back in town, we chose to get off the bus in town to wonder the streets a little. Tommy was in search of three or four items, but I had another mission. Dr. Sherry had mentioned in her lecture on Ushuaia that several chocolate shops could be found on St. Martin Street. Find them I did. Not as good as that chocolate factory we visited with Hector wherever that was but good. Tommy had a beer at Van Gogh and then we headed back to the ship. Just about the time we made it to the end of our pier, the weather prediction proved correct. Gale force winds came down on us like you would not believe! We held on to each other for dear life. My phone said we only walked two miles today. Horsefeathers! That was the equivalent of at least twice that just on the dock. Okay, you had to see this coming, we were both winded by the time we reached the gangplank – part of which had been blown away by the wind. The ship was scheduled to leave at 6 pm. We are still safely docked at 10:40 waiting on the wind to subside.

Another fabulous day. Love you all. Wish you were here with us.