Christmas was only a couple of days. And I was before the beginning of an adventure that I had dreamed of for years: a cruise from Singapore to some of the most exotic ports in Indonesia: Java, Bali and Borneo. But I was a little 'excited. The previous Christmas was unhappy. I was mourning
the death of my husband, had died six months ago, when I was only 51
"Next year I decided to do something else," I said to my sister and my mother, as we face the holidaystogether. So I made plans for a cruise with an itinerary exotic, fantasy, all that Bali on Christmas Day "Holiday Treasures of the Orient" brochure, which promised: "... an enchanted paradise, with fragrant flowers rich tropical fruit and blue - green mountain terraces ... "
Bali and if it is waiting to live up to its glorious reputation, well, there have been other adventures in South China and Sulu seas. In Java, could raise the largest Buddhist temple
dramaticallythe dense rainforest. In Borneo, I saw with Bush rafting jungle green, the guests of residents in one of the "long house" along the riverbank.
But now, I seriously questioned the wisdom of my decision. In fact, I had no idea what to expect from this holiday trip. Two suspects began to grow. I was afraid that the inclusive 24-hour flight to Singapore. And I thought that one of the many widows may be on board the vessel to bring to dwell on my loss, so that theHoliday season even more depressing than the last.
I was so foggy morning of my departure, on the contrary, I did not even bother to finish packing. To make matters worse, threatened to noon, the fog thickened
cancel my flight to San Francisco, where I met a friend in Florida would be my cabin mate. Suddenly snapped, I desperately secured a place on the shuttle buses that remain in the city and just finished packing my bags. IIt's just the flight.
First, the difference between the flight activity filled time a little '. But, as I had feared, the remaining hours were nearly unbearable. In an attempt to relieve my aching leg muscles, I stretched and turned around to see how the other way.
Directly behind me was a distinguished looking stranger in his 60, a man with laughing eyes. We chatted for a few minutes. We were on the road to the same ship. His wife had died two summers,I have learned.
I teased him good-natured of all women before attacking him on board the ship. (At least I have not had the good sense seek romance at sea!)
A few days later, the tour bus window in Java, I am the great, beautiful widow, I found the level reached. No ladies were at his side. Perhaps he was shy.
Celebrations on board the ship that night were low-key at first: a Christmas tree on each floor and a menu of vacation. Then, what a nice surprise: The Man, Nicebehind me at the SA asked me to join him for a drink before dinner. Later we met a great Christmas music to be seen together.
The next day was full steam rate, on the island of Borneo as "The Land Below the Wind"
because the island is located south of the hurricane belt. Then the last two days of our trip - North will
Hong Kong, South China Sea notoriously unstable.
Fortunately, Christmas at sea was absolutely nothing I had imagined. There wasThe ports of call that the real "vacation were treasures. The best gift was that I least expected: The man with the smiling eyes became my traveling companion special in the new year.
Together we crossed the eastern Mediterranean and sailed
through the romantic islands of French Polynesia. This Christmas
go on another adventure.
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