Island Princess Waits For Us

We're headed down the coast highway for the cruise port at Long Beach. Plan to stop somewhere for brunch, then on to check in at the berth occupied by our home away from home, Island Princess.

Such moments are always more hype than relaxation. Nerves warn that something was forgotten, someone was not called, a plug not pulled from its socket. Slowly it sinks in - nothing will matter once onboard. Nothing. That is, other than finding the stateroom, the internet cafe, the LUNCH buffet. Little things like that.