Yesterday I couldn't get back on line to finish my vigil with you of the Panama Canal transit. This morning I've been cut off in a bleat about the rough seas and wind. I don't get seasick, thanks to my Viking ancestors, but enough people do that there are barf bags stationed at the elevators. The pool is empty :-(
We dock at Cartagena at 11 a.m. and I'm going on an excursion, "Highlights of Cartagena". I keep thinking of "Romancing the Stone". I think we'll see the fortress. No crocodiles, though. This is the second last excursion before we dock in Miami. We get two sea days before we explore Key West. Time to pack.