Getting to Galveston

I just came back from a seven-day Caribbean cruise. I'd never been on a cruise before. We had fun. I'm going to tell you about it. But not all at once.


Technically, this post describes our trip to the port city, so, if you're going to be all picky about it, this one doesn't even count as a cruise post. However, it was still action-packed with stories, so I'm totally counting it.

We woke up early Saturday morning to a story told by Twin B. "Mama," he said, "where we're going today there are leaves on the trees and the snow has melted for miiiiiiles around." Twin A and I marvelled at this magical place that Twin B described.

We drove to the airport, flew to Seattle, sat there for a couple of hours, flew to Houston, and caught a cab to Galveston where the leaves were on the trees and there was no sign of snow. (One of these is the Seattle airport and one is Texas; they're pretty easy to guess which is which I think.)

Our cab driver was what some people would call a "Character." She was a larger lady and her mouth very much matched her body. She was loud and right and the boys and I just agreed with everything she said because, frankly, we were a little afraid to find out what would happen if we dared disagree.

Randomly, with no warning, she deemed us Christian. "I know you are Christians," she declared. "Uhhh...thanks?"

We were discussing weather at one point. She didn't know Celsius and we don't know Fahrenheit so it was a little like we were speaking totally different languages and trying to translate with little knowledge of what the other language was. So, she figured out, and no matter how gently we tried to tell her otherwise, she was insistent, that if 32 degrees F is 0 degrees C, then 64 degrees F is 1 degree C. Uhhhhh... Eeshk!

We stayed overnight in a hotel in Galveston. It was pretty uneventful.

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