No words, just beautiful!







No words, just beautiful!







Puerto Rico is an unincorporated territory of the United States. It was founded in 1521 by Spanish colonists, which makes it older than the United States! San Juan is the capital and largest city.




Ted is heading out by himself today since I’m sick of🤒. Fever, coughing, headache. The medical staff test me for Covid and influenza, run some blood work, X-Ray, and decide that it’s a bacterial infection.



Cruise ships are fun. They offer a nice variety of entertainment, a hypnotist show, a comedian, live music in every bar, etc. And then there are games, trivia of all kinds, competitions, couples games and more. And then there was the announcement of the Mr. sexy Leg Competition. And since Ted has great legs, and I mean GREAT LEGS, I suggested he’d participate. And because Ted is a great sport, he got up there on stage at the pool, along with 20 other guys, Timo included, to show off their legs. Each of them did a little something special, a dance or movement that would show how great their legs are. Ted, funny Ted, introduced himself and said he wants to get laid tonight. He started with a pole dance, followed by a (safe) striptease, flinging his hat off, pulling his T-Shirt off and finishing with another little pole dance. All the women were roaring and he was chosen to be Mr. Sexy Legs. Oh my, we had a good time! Timo was a runner up, but his dance moves just couldn’t compete with Ted.
Fast forward: random people on the ship approach Ted, congratulate him, buy us drinks and have a good laugh about his performance. The next day they ask if he got lucky, if he was successful, if he got what he wanted. And when you switch on the TV and check out the entertainment program, they show a video with – guess what – Ted’s pole dance and striptease! Oh my!!!
Another day at another beautiful port: St. John on the island of Antigua. But Irma left her mark in 2017, destroying infrastructure, housing, basic needs. So you see a truck with pumpkins that also serves as a primecare doctor’s checkup point, the local hospital still closed…..


We walk around the local markets, avoiding the meat and the fish buildings, because the smell is just a little too much. Market means people sitting at the side of the road selling something: plantains or coconuts, another person sells bananas and avocados, or just garlic, etc. Sometimes the market booth is a table, the bed of a pickup truck or just a piece of tarp on the ground. Very basic. We don’t have any temptations to buy any food, the hygiene police in my head is ringing all alarm bells.

And we’re not allowed to bring any food onto the ship anyway. They have a very strict policy, not only here, but on any cruise we’ve taken and any port we’ve been. No food or drink can leave the ship and no food or drink can be taken onto the ship. And still, when I got back on board today, a group of 3 young adults tried to bring a whole bag of fruit onboard, being surprised that they were not allowed to do so. Once we saw a guy who tried to bring a whole big birthday cake onboard and they didn’t allow it. But that was last year in Sicily. Different cruise, same story…..




Left it is, even the traffic! I had to have this sticker!!!
St. Thomas was interesting, despite all the devastation hurricane Irma left in 2017, 7 years ago! At least half of the restaurants and stores are closed, many under construction, everything looking improvised and hotchypotchy. We feel sorry for the local community, so we buy souvenirs, drinks, etc.




We took a gondola up to paradise point, a great lookout onto this beautiful island





Anticipation is a mixture between expectation and prediction. Expectation leans more to wishes, predictions more to the known. Maybe it is a right side vs left side of the brain thing? Who knows???

I know anticipation really well, I’m in the middle of an overdose right now: the next trip awaits me and it’s packed with predictions (high school reunion in the heart of Bavaria! Cruise through the Caribbean! Broadway shows in New York City! etc) and expectations (will I recognize those people I went to school with? Will the hurricane season be in full swing? Will my non-profit loose momentum during those 6 weeks while I’m gone?, etc) All those hard facts, the predictions have a „!“, whereas the expectations end up with a „?“. What’s more exciting?

We shall see and I’ll make sure to keep you posted. Let the journey begin…