Sao Paolo to Raleigh by way of Dallas

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Check out this week's snippet.  Angela and Bodine are on their way home with a stopover in the Dallas-Ft. Worth airport.

Angela turned on her phone with the intention of checking voicemail at home. Before she could make a call, her cell phone beeped with two messages. One from Jackson asking her to call him, and another from QTEE saying she would call again later. Angela was too tired to think about talking to anybody, and instead checked her messages on their home answering machine.

There were a few calls from friends and family who said in their message they didn’t know if Angela was on another cruise. In addition, there was a call from Rev. Carolyn saying Isaiah, her “Little Man” had passed away. The funeral would be on Monday. Angela would have a day to unwind from the trip and still be able to go to the funeral. She reflected for a few minutes on Isaiah. He was such a gentle man. She never knew how he contracted AIDS, and didn’t much care. 

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Cruising During Spring Break - Good New and Bad News

Hubby LUUURVES to cruise.  When he isn't cruising, he's trolling the cruise websites looking for a good deal.  He can usually find a bargain around the holidays, and he doesn't always associate a date with the corresponding holiday.  Especially Spring Break.

Our last cruise was on the Independence of the Seas, the western Caribbean, March 31 - April 7.  We don't pay much attention to the port stops unless there is one we haven't visited before.  This time the new port was St. Kitts.  Different island, same...umm..shirt.

The big plus for the cruise was that we got a free upgrade for the first time in all our years of cruising. We could hang out in the cabin, and not be bothered by all the school kids on board.  Royal Caribbean has a program called Adventure Ocean, designed to keep the kids busy, especially on those days at sea.  The group for babies includes the parents, and there is a Kids Club for 3 - 11 year olds.  The trouble comes with the teens, because they are old enough to check themselves out of the club when they get bored.  And they do love hanging out together...especially in the elevators...pushing all the buttons...sitting on the floor.  They weren't really being bad, but there were a lot of them, everywhere.  And some parents gave their kids a lot of latitude with a separate cabin for the kids.  And even with the ship's curfew for people under 18, the kids may have been out of sight, but not necessarily under parental supervision late at night.

Hence the 2 AM announcement from the bridge (broadcast in all staterooms), "Will Shelby (last-name) please dial guest services by pressing zero from any phone."  Then repeated at 3 AM.

And, alas, it was not just the kids.  The woman in the cabin next door came in at 2 AM another night and "discovered" that her cellphone worked at sea, and talked loudly until 5 AM.  She will get her due when she sees her bill, $4.95 per minute for international roaming using the ship's satellite.

But we had fun.  We met a lot of nice people, and had a tour of the bridge and the galley.

We'll do it again next month on another ship.

We're Still in Rio

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I'm running out of snippets, and I don't want to spoil the whole book. The scene this week is the American Consulate in Rio.

“Ms. Murchison, my name is Henry Ogleby, what can we do for you?”
“I need help getting home,” Laura said. “My purse was stolen with all my identification and credit cards. Before I left the States, I made a copy of my travel documents and the contents of my wallet, and it’s on this memory card.”

“Did you report it to the police?”
“No, I came here first.”
“Where are you staying?” Mr. Ogleby asked.
“That’s another problem. I just got here from Sao Paulo and I don’t have a hotel.”
“Where is your luggage?”

By this time, Laura started to cry. She dabbed at her eyes under her sunglasses. She knew she couldn’t keep up the lie. “It’s complicated.”

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We're Still Doing the Boomer Blog Hop

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Check out this week's snippet.  Angela and Bodine are still in Rio.

Lucky for Angela, a cable car was ready to leave for the trip down the mountain or she might have missed the bus. Bodine and the tour guide were standing outside when Angela arrived. She was fifteen minutes late. If Bodine had not been holding the bus, the group might have left her. Bodine frowned, but he knew it had to be something about QTEE.  
“Well, did she show up?”

Angela apologized to the guide and to the people on the bus as she got in. It was all she could do to keep from breaking out into a big smile. When she and Bodine arrived at the last seats on the back of the bus, Angela pulled the photo out from the manila envelope. It was QTEE standing in front of the Christ the Redeemer, with a man.

Bodine had to laugh, “So you talked to her.”
“No, she wasn’t there, but she left the photo for me. Like she said, I would see her.”
“Who is the guy with her?”


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