Cruising to the Dominican Republic with Fathom was a good fit for us. Actually, it was pretty much the ideal first cruise experience. I think it is safe to say though that the Fathom experience may not be a good fit for all travelers.
Cruising to the Dominican Republic with Fathom was a good fit for us. Actually, it was pretty much the ideal first cruise experience. I think it is safe to say though that the Fathom experience may not be a good fit for all travelers.
Being home for the past couple of weeks I’ve had time to ponder the whole idea of volunteering while traveling and guess what? I don’t know anymore than I did the day we stepped on board the Adonia bound for the Dominican Republic. I see both sides of the fence, so-to-speak, but I’m not sure which side I favor, if either. But more on those thoughts to come as I ponder further. Deep thinker, don’t ya know.
I don’t think I’d be accused of exaggerating if I told you the people of the Dominican Republic are some of the most joyful people we’ve ever encountered.
It was our last night in the Dominican Republic. Nearly 11:00 p.m. we had been relaxing by the pool and watching the stars for a couple of hours. “Excuse me ma’am, sir, can you please tell me why the ship is here but there is no one at the pool during the day?” asked Manuel, a young man working at Amber Cove.
What if you woke up tomorrow morning to learn your life would never again be the same? Would you get out of bed to face the unknown, or would you retreat back under the covers?
What. If. Two seemingly innocuous words. But put those two words together and watch out! What if? Two little words that can either set you adrift or set you on the right path. Or, just maybe, push you out of your comfort zone.
I’m thankful. At a time when the world at large seems to be caught up in a manic spin cycle, I’m taking a moment to remember the good in the world; goodness we’ve been gifted with in our lives. I think it’s something we all tend to forget to do, I know I’m guilty of it. Especially, in the past few weeks with the fueling of ignorance spreading like wildfire by presidential hopefuls and the mass media. Why not lead the news with acts of good and kindness such as the little boy who wants to personally thank all of the NYPD?
“To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.” – Helen Keller
Standing in the kitchen preparing stir fry veggies and fried noodles for dinner, I giggled to myself as I watched Abi slice a piece of sourdough bread for himself. Homemade Chinese food with a slice of bread. Makes me smile every time. Life’s bread. I swear it’s in the Persian gene pool.