Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Bye to a Bleak and Blustery Black Sea
Our cruise provided many adventures, wonderful discoveries and more history than one can absorb in a single trip: we visited the lands and sailed the same seas that centuries ago were home to Romans, the Ottomans, Jason and his Argonauts, just to name a few.
The bit of history we weren't prepared for was discovering a bit of my history as we made our way to Russia.
"Excuse me. . ." a lady called out while I studied the various food choices on the Lido deck one lunchtime. As I turned, she continued, "but, are you from Washington?. . .You are Jackie aren't you!?"
She was a bit grayer in the hair and used a cane to steady herself (a bad knee), but I recognized her instantanously: the mother of one of my best high school buddies! It was at their Italian home in the central Washington town where I grew up, that I first ate real homemade spaghetti, it was with her daughter I celebrated my Sweet 16th.
She and her husband were on the cruise celebrating their 58th anniversary and my good buddy - whom I hadn't seen in decades - was with them. We renewed a friendship and shared history stories - ours - that kept us all amused and entertained during the dark and dreary days.