During the night as we steamed toward Mexico, I looked through our window and saw thousands of lights glittering in the distance, and presumed we were passing San Diego. When morning dawned, our view out the window gave to an enormous red, white and green flag–the flag of Mexico. We were in Ensenada.
I wanted to prowl about a bit on land, but Jerry didn’t particularly want to, and our friends weren’t too eager, so we stayed aboard ship for the day. What an elegant, relaxing, talking time we had. We watched birds swarming and swooping, and seals turning and languishing in the surf. We ate and slept and walked and gazed and lounged and blinked and nodded and ate and watched people and gazed and blinked and nodded. In the evening as the huge ship pulled away from land, we stood on deck and watched as the lights of Ensenada receded, until finally they were no more.
Our final day was one at sea. In the evening after a day of absolute relaxation, and more than abundant food, we four proceeded to the library where for awhile we played a game with dominoes. We partnered–men against the women. Ask me sometime who won. 🙂