Hello America and whoever my mother is forwarding this letter/blog to-
Has anyone ever heard of Mauritius? Good, cause I certainly hadn’t before I saw it on the Semester at Sea Itinerary. The physical layout reminds me of all of the islands we visit while on our family cruises. You know the type- all the islands are exactly the same. So it would be one of those islands only it has amazing parks and this really cool mountain range that at one end has a mountain in the shape of a boob.
Throughout time the island of Mauritius was ruled by a few different nations. Most of them left because the island itself has very little resources and is pretty far from any major port. The group to stay was the French. They came into Mauritius and set up sugar plantations. At first the French brought the Africans over as slaves. When that was outlawed plantation owners brought in Indians as indentured servants. Currently, the country is made up of Creole (Its like broken up French), Indo-Mauritians (from India), Sino-Mauritians (from china) and its 2% French who are still the elite. The government here has been stable for a very long time and the reason why I tell you this is because it is amazing how many different are on the island for how well everyone gets along.
Another interesting bit of information about Mauritius. During the holocaust about 1600 Jews were not let into Israel and ended up in Mauritius. They were held in prison for five years. After the war ended most Jews left but a few stayed which is why there is a small Jewish community and a synagogue on the island.
Seeing as we are on a resort like island most SASers decided to take the Island as a sort of spring break. My friends and I are staying at a resort on the beach. I am in a family suite with two bedrooms and a group of 10 of my other friends are in a villa. Let me tell you something about traveling with people you don’t know. Its even more difficult than traveling with people you do know. Everyone has their own idea about what we should do and how to go about it. I have learned the best way to travel is to find people who just do not care, people who go with the flow and just want to learn and have a good time. If you travel with anyone else, you are guaranteed to be miserable. I am not saying I am miserable at all. I am on a beautiful Island where each doller is about 30 rupees. The fake purses are better than the best ones you can find in china town. Although the temperature reaches about 90 degrees, you would never realize it because of the wind coming from the ocean.
A funny story from last night- two drunk buffoons who I am personally not friends with but who came with our group decided that it would be fun to run into the ocean naked. Turns out a neighbor to the hotel was the president of some random African country. He was not pleased to say the least and he called the police. The guys were so drunk they had no idea what was going on, but they are very lucky that they were not arrested. I hear being in jail in Mauritius is brutal- and they hold you for a very long time. Also, for some reason everyone in Mauritius thinks that I am South African-so the police were just talking to me about how dumb the Americans were being.
I will write more about Mauritius later. Good eve.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Addicted
Returning home will be amazing because I know we will all have so many things to catch up on. I have incredible stories and pictures that I cannot even begin to post online. Seeing as life at home has gone on with out me- I am sure that I too have a lot to hear about and I look forward to our catch up sessions. However, coming home will not be easy. For all of you drug addicts out there. I now know how you feel. I am addicted to traveling. Going home is going to be like going into withdrawal from the biggest overdose of your life. It might take me a while to come down from such an extreme high. Shaking and vomiting may occur. If you are my sister- remember how you felt after leaving summer camp? Try going around the world with those people and then leave them… it will be like that. It has only been slightly over a month since I’ve left and I’m already wondering how it would be possible to return to normal.
NO SUMMER PLANS YET
So I’m going around the world… then what? I have no plans for the summer. I guess I need to take some classes but those can be done online. I would love to do something kinda crazy. Maybe volunteer in Uganda or Ethiopia or go to a random island and live on the beach for a few weeks. Does anyone have any suggestions? Or will I be living on Justin’s sofa?
To Catch You Up-
To those I haven’t spoken to in a while, which is everyone except maybe my mother-
There is so much I have to tell you about my adventures so far and I will try to include as much as possible in this letter. As cliché as this may sound, I feel as though I have been given the world. Not sure if I should start at the beginning or work my way backwards in time… I guess I will begin telling you about the last port because I was just there and am most passionate about it. Pulling into Cape Town at sunrise was orgasmic. I suppose I had seen photos but its beauty can really only be appreciated in real life. South Africa is the most beautiful place I have been in my life thus far. It should be on everyones list of places to visit before you croak. Life in South Africa is the way life should be, it is simple and happy (Minus high murder rates, Aids, a huge racial divide, and tremendous poverty). Before arriving I had the idea in my mind that we would be landing in a third world country. I knew there were cities and electricity and the bare essentials in Cape Town but I was not expecting paradise. The waterfront that the ship docked in was a very ritzy area. There are a lot of hotels, shops, and restaurants and it is one of the most pleasant places. The beginning of the day I shopped around the stores and had a snack in a café on the river. The street musicians are incredible and a guy was playing the guitar near by. The waterfront is incredible! Nevertheless, nothing in life is perfect. The only white people in any restaurant were white and the black people were serving,. At times it was awkward and I noticed that some people were very rude, especially vacationers from Holland. Maybe the Holland thing was one incident- sorry if I generalized too much.
My first three days I spent in townships doing “Service like trips” and the rest of the time I spent on the waterfront. The first night I went with Semester At Sea into a Township to learn how to be apart of an African drumming circle. The technique used by the Cosa people (you have to click your tongue on the C) is call and response. One drummer plays and everyone else responds. We also learned African dance- the teacher was not very impressed by our skills. African dance is awkward at first but the movements seem to be much more normal than some of the dances we have in the states. After our drum and dance lesson we went to a restaurant in the township. The appetizer was goat liver and soggy bread and you had to eat it with your hands. For that moment I became kosher at my convenience. After dinner (the vegetarian stuff was actually kinda good) they local musicians played the xylophones and three women sang along. There were extraordinary! Someone remind me to post some clips online when I get back because it was really cool. The owner of the restaurant gave a beautiful speech at the end. He said something to the extent of “you do not realize how you impact our community. Just by coming here tonight we had to employ 15 people. That means that 15 people and there families will be able to eat this week.” There was not a dry eye in the crowd. The sob stories get sadder from here and I hope that I am doing them justice.
Day 2 in Cape Town- I went to the Amy Beil Foundation. In case you do not know who that is- Amy was an American student who fell in love with South Africa and Nelson Mandela in high school. At the age of 26 she came to South Africa to help fight against the apartied. She was on her way home from a rally with one of her friends from a township when a group of violent PAC members came running down the street. They saw Amy as a white oppressor. They did not care who she was, all they cared was that she was white which represented all that was evil at the time. The PAC members threw a rock at the windshield of her car. She got out of the car and they continued to throw bricks at Amy and ended her life by stabbing her to death. At first the four killers were sentenced to prison. In the 2nd trial after the apartied had ended- Amy’s parents granted the four killers amnesty so long as they spent their life working for the foundation. In my tour of the Amy Beil Foundation my tour guide was one of the four men who had killed Amy. (I could go on about this- so if you want to know more about it you can email me). So what the foundation does is they provide after school programs for children in the townships. The hours between school ending and 6 are the highest times for crime and child rape. By keeping the children after school they are learning arts and crafts, sports, music, etc. Not only does this keep them off the streets, but it gives them a future and potentially a future career. We went to visit a few of the schools. At the first school the foundation planted a garden to teach the students about gardening as well as nutrition. They get to learn and eat the foods that they grow. All of the kids were so excited to see us! They jumped on us and loved seeing the pictures we took of them on our camera. I have awesome pictures from this trip and I cant wait to show you!
Day 3 (this day was intense) I went with an organization called operation hunger to a school. There must have been 100 small children there ranging from 1 years old to 5. Our job was the weigh the children and make graphs showing their growth progress to make sure the kids were getting enough food. Many of the children had a large gut. This is because they were not getting enough nutrients so there stomachs expanded. Many of the kids had wart like things on their faces- could have been aids? All of the babies were crying because there is not enough people to hold them and give them attention. A lot of the small children smelled from lack of hygiene. The older kids were really happy and adored us. They climbed all over us like a jungle gym. I brought bubbles (which the kids had probably never seen) at first they were confused but then they went crazy! Everyone wanted a turn to blow some bubbles. Lunchtime came around and I don’t think anyone kept their boxed lunch from SAS. We went to a gas station/ fast food place and bought it out for the kids. The principal cried when she saw what we brought back for them. I have never in my life seen a school like the one we visited. The walls were made of cardboard stapled together and the roof was tin and scrap metal. A German family donated a building that is being built next door- the walls will not leak after it is made however they still will not have any chairs, toys, and the food and diapers are very limited.
Don’t worry! I am not going to tell you about every single day. Those three days had a huge impact on me and I thought it would be interesting to share.
DAY 4 5 and 6 of South Africa-
I went on a three day safari to Kwazulu Natal game reserve. Our rooms were individual tree houses. When the door to the porch was open, monkeys would run into the room and steal food from our stuff. The beds were awesome- we had a net draped over them. We went on a few game drives. We saw a female lion, tons of zebras, African buffalo, rhinos, giraffes, and a heard of female elephants. We also saw a bunch of timon’s like form the lion king (wart hogs) they were sweet! All of our meals were incredible. The lodge we were staying at made us huge African feasts! Yummmmmm. Safari was outstanding!!!!!!
After a very fast and amazing 6 days I got back on the ship. SAS brought an African high school choir onboard as a send off from Africa. These children were AMAZING. They had one little toy piano which they used to learn Mozart, Cat Stevens and a bunch of traditional African songs. They sang this one song about aids which had all 700 students on the ship in tears. There are some experiences that are hard to describe because unless you were there you cant really understand the emotion. I wish you could have all been there with me!
I will talk a little bit about Brazil and then a little bit about ship life.
Brazil-
Salvador smelled of urine. Unlike South Africa, the poverty was noticed the moment we ventured off the ship. In order to get to the main area of town, we had to pass through a market. Children would surround us begging for money and would steal if they could get their hands in our pockets. After the market you had to go up an elevator to get to the city. They pack you in with everyone and it is very uncomfortable not only because of the heat but you don’t know who is trying to put their hand in your pocket.We arrived on the last day of carnival so there was a lot of excitement in the city as well as thieves. Kudos to Brazilian food- if you have not had a cheese ball/ fried cheese (thank you Sami!) you need to go to a Brazilian restaurant and try one. Brazilian food is amazing even though it did give me food poisoning on the last night. Carnival was CRAZY! Its like mardi gras on steroids. It differed in that the poor threw the carnival. Nothing was commercialized. Beer was extremely inexpensive so that most could afford it. However, the locals did not put an emphasis on drinking, rather they just wanted to get into the music. Carnival is a party for the people. There were two places you could experience Carnical. One- on the street with all of the locals. Two- in a camarote. Camarotes are sectioned off areas with open bars. They are generally for the wealthier class and have an open bar. You can also get a special shirt and follow one of the floats for a night. I personally was a little bit on edge and did not care to get drunk and mugged and have a wild and crazy experience… maybe next time.
Lencois-
I went to this serene location 6 hours away from Salvador. I signed up for the trip without thinking about the fact that it was an intense hiking trips. Lencois has spectacular landscapes filled with waterfalls and giant boulders. As incredible as drinking from the liption tea steam was, I am not a good hiker. Everyone else was having a jolly grand time and I thought I was going to die. I left a day early to go back with some friends to Salvador so that we could go to temple.
Temple
It was pretty difficult to locate the synagogue in Salvador. We had people from all over the globe attempting to google it. Finally someone at the tourist office figured out what a temple was a called for us. They told us we had to prove we were Jewish and bring our “Jewish Passport”. Even though most Salvadorians have no idea what Judaism is, the temple was pretty hidden. The guard would not let us in until an old Brazilian man told him it was okay. None of the older people spoke English. After the service we spoke to the rabbi who was from Argentina. There were a few people our age who we slowly became engaged in conversation with. One of them was leaving to spend a year in Israel and they invited Nathan and I to come celebrate with them. I forgot all of their names except Isadora. Talking with them was my favorite part of Brazil. They took us to a local jazz restaurant and we talked and drank beer with them for hours. Nathan and I shared a crepe and cheese balls which later gave me food poisening..
The Ship.
Days go really fast on the ship. I wake up at 9 in order to be at global studies at 9:20. I always miss breakfast because it closes at 8:30. I wish it would stay open till 9 because then I could wake up a little earlier to eat. Global studies is a class that everyone on the ship has to go to. Its usually extremely boring, we learn irrelevant information about our next port, and we watch them on tv screens which are sometimes hard to hear- or see the power point presentations…. But I hear they are working on making class better/ more relevant. I don’t know who chose the sexually frustrated science teacher to be in charge of this class- it might not have been the best choice.
My other classes-
Multimedia story telling-
THIS CLASS IS A JOKE. I will learn nothing in that class except patience. The teacher is usually rude (Unless she is having a nice mood swing which is rare) and she is stupid. I guess she is in some kind of graduate program- but for the moment she only has an undergraduate degree and it was definitely too long ago to have any relevance at all to our class. Basically the class is a photography class - and the teacher told us that SLR meant Single Camera Lens… I guess she could have mixed it up but she told us that twice. She bought an slr for the purpose of this trip- but has never used it. We have watched the Nikon promotional video twice.
Fiction Writing-
My teacher is awesome. She reminds me of Mrs. Frizzle from the Magic School Bus. I talk to her a lot after class- her son might be the most talented guitarist ever.
World Music-
We spent the first few classes learning about Ayawaska which is a drug used in the Amazon by Indian tribal healers. I think my teacher does a lot of drugs.. but hes cool cause we learn about music from groups of people I have never heard about. He cant work a tape recorder… its funny to watch.
I wrote a paragraph on my friends but did not include it in this version of the letter.
In conclusion, I am having an incredible time. I often think of all of you and wish you could be here with me. I have dinner in less than half an hour with my family which is always fun. If you want to get in touch with me- use email not facebook. Jjiggs@aol.com.
Love and miss you all, except for maybe you.
Jillian May
There is so much I have to tell you about my adventures so far and I will try to include as much as possible in this letter. As cliché as this may sound, I feel as though I have been given the world. Not sure if I should start at the beginning or work my way backwards in time… I guess I will begin telling you about the last port because I was just there and am most passionate about it. Pulling into Cape Town at sunrise was orgasmic. I suppose I had seen photos but its beauty can really only be appreciated in real life. South Africa is the most beautiful place I have been in my life thus far. It should be on everyones list of places to visit before you croak. Life in South Africa is the way life should be, it is simple and happy (Minus high murder rates, Aids, a huge racial divide, and tremendous poverty). Before arriving I had the idea in my mind that we would be landing in a third world country. I knew there were cities and electricity and the bare essentials in Cape Town but I was not expecting paradise. The waterfront that the ship docked in was a very ritzy area. There are a lot of hotels, shops, and restaurants and it is one of the most pleasant places. The beginning of the day I shopped around the stores and had a snack in a café on the river. The street musicians are incredible and a guy was playing the guitar near by. The waterfront is incredible! Nevertheless, nothing in life is perfect. The only white people in any restaurant were white and the black people were serving,. At times it was awkward and I noticed that some people were very rude, especially vacationers from Holland. Maybe the Holland thing was one incident- sorry if I generalized too much.
My first three days I spent in townships doing “Service like trips” and the rest of the time I spent on the waterfront. The first night I went with Semester At Sea into a Township to learn how to be apart of an African drumming circle. The technique used by the Cosa people (you have to click your tongue on the C) is call and response. One drummer plays and everyone else responds. We also learned African dance- the teacher was not very impressed by our skills. African dance is awkward at first but the movements seem to be much more normal than some of the dances we have in the states. After our drum and dance lesson we went to a restaurant in the township. The appetizer was goat liver and soggy bread and you had to eat it with your hands. For that moment I became kosher at my convenience. After dinner (the vegetarian stuff was actually kinda good) they local musicians played the xylophones and three women sang along. There were extraordinary! Someone remind me to post some clips online when I get back because it was really cool. The owner of the restaurant gave a beautiful speech at the end. He said something to the extent of “you do not realize how you impact our community. Just by coming here tonight we had to employ 15 people. That means that 15 people and there families will be able to eat this week.” There was not a dry eye in the crowd. The sob stories get sadder from here and I hope that I am doing them justice.
Day 2 in Cape Town- I went to the Amy Beil Foundation. In case you do not know who that is- Amy was an American student who fell in love with South Africa and Nelson Mandela in high school. At the age of 26 she came to South Africa to help fight against the apartied. She was on her way home from a rally with one of her friends from a township when a group of violent PAC members came running down the street. They saw Amy as a white oppressor. They did not care who she was, all they cared was that she was white which represented all that was evil at the time. The PAC members threw a rock at the windshield of her car. She got out of the car and they continued to throw bricks at Amy and ended her life by stabbing her to death. At first the four killers were sentenced to prison. In the 2nd trial after the apartied had ended- Amy’s parents granted the four killers amnesty so long as they spent their life working for the foundation. In my tour of the Amy Beil Foundation my tour guide was one of the four men who had killed Amy. (I could go on about this- so if you want to know more about it you can email me). So what the foundation does is they provide after school programs for children in the townships. The hours between school ending and 6 are the highest times for crime and child rape. By keeping the children after school they are learning arts and crafts, sports, music, etc. Not only does this keep them off the streets, but it gives them a future and potentially a future career. We went to visit a few of the schools. At the first school the foundation planted a garden to teach the students about gardening as well as nutrition. They get to learn and eat the foods that they grow. All of the kids were so excited to see us! They jumped on us and loved seeing the pictures we took of them on our camera. I have awesome pictures from this trip and I cant wait to show you!
Day 3 (this day was intense) I went with an organization called operation hunger to a school. There must have been 100 small children there ranging from 1 years old to 5. Our job was the weigh the children and make graphs showing their growth progress to make sure the kids were getting enough food. Many of the children had a large gut. This is because they were not getting enough nutrients so there stomachs expanded. Many of the kids had wart like things on their faces- could have been aids? All of the babies were crying because there is not enough people to hold them and give them attention. A lot of the small children smelled from lack of hygiene. The older kids were really happy and adored us. They climbed all over us like a jungle gym. I brought bubbles (which the kids had probably never seen) at first they were confused but then they went crazy! Everyone wanted a turn to blow some bubbles. Lunchtime came around and I don’t think anyone kept their boxed lunch from SAS. We went to a gas station/ fast food place and bought it out for the kids. The principal cried when she saw what we brought back for them. I have never in my life seen a school like the one we visited. The walls were made of cardboard stapled together and the roof was tin and scrap metal. A German family donated a building that is being built next door- the walls will not leak after it is made however they still will not have any chairs, toys, and the food and diapers are very limited.
Don’t worry! I am not going to tell you about every single day. Those three days had a huge impact on me and I thought it would be interesting to share.
DAY 4 5 and 6 of South Africa-
I went on a three day safari to Kwazulu Natal game reserve. Our rooms were individual tree houses. When the door to the porch was open, monkeys would run into the room and steal food from our stuff. The beds were awesome- we had a net draped over them. We went on a few game drives. We saw a female lion, tons of zebras, African buffalo, rhinos, giraffes, and a heard of female elephants. We also saw a bunch of timon’s like form the lion king (wart hogs) they were sweet! All of our meals were incredible. The lodge we were staying at made us huge African feasts! Yummmmmm. Safari was outstanding!!!!!!
After a very fast and amazing 6 days I got back on the ship. SAS brought an African high school choir onboard as a send off from Africa. These children were AMAZING. They had one little toy piano which they used to learn Mozart, Cat Stevens and a bunch of traditional African songs. They sang this one song about aids which had all 700 students on the ship in tears. There are some experiences that are hard to describe because unless you were there you cant really understand the emotion. I wish you could have all been there with me!
I will talk a little bit about Brazil and then a little bit about ship life.
Brazil-
Salvador smelled of urine. Unlike South Africa, the poverty was noticed the moment we ventured off the ship. In order to get to the main area of town, we had to pass through a market. Children would surround us begging for money and would steal if they could get their hands in our pockets. After the market you had to go up an elevator to get to the city. They pack you in with everyone and it is very uncomfortable not only because of the heat but you don’t know who is trying to put their hand in your pocket.We arrived on the last day of carnival so there was a lot of excitement in the city as well as thieves. Kudos to Brazilian food- if you have not had a cheese ball/ fried cheese (thank you Sami!) you need to go to a Brazilian restaurant and try one. Brazilian food is amazing even though it did give me food poisoning on the last night. Carnival was CRAZY! Its like mardi gras on steroids. It differed in that the poor threw the carnival. Nothing was commercialized. Beer was extremely inexpensive so that most could afford it. However, the locals did not put an emphasis on drinking, rather they just wanted to get into the music. Carnival is a party for the people. There were two places you could experience Carnical. One- on the street with all of the locals. Two- in a camarote. Camarotes are sectioned off areas with open bars. They are generally for the wealthier class and have an open bar. You can also get a special shirt and follow one of the floats for a night. I personally was a little bit on edge and did not care to get drunk and mugged and have a wild and crazy experience… maybe next time.
Lencois-
I went to this serene location 6 hours away from Salvador. I signed up for the trip without thinking about the fact that it was an intense hiking trips. Lencois has spectacular landscapes filled with waterfalls and giant boulders. As incredible as drinking from the liption tea steam was, I am not a good hiker. Everyone else was having a jolly grand time and I thought I was going to die. I left a day early to go back with some friends to Salvador so that we could go to temple.
Temple
It was pretty difficult to locate the synagogue in Salvador. We had people from all over the globe attempting to google it. Finally someone at the tourist office figured out what a temple was a called for us. They told us we had to prove we were Jewish and bring our “Jewish Passport”. Even though most Salvadorians have no idea what Judaism is, the temple was pretty hidden. The guard would not let us in until an old Brazilian man told him it was okay. None of the older people spoke English. After the service we spoke to the rabbi who was from Argentina. There were a few people our age who we slowly became engaged in conversation with. One of them was leaving to spend a year in Israel and they invited Nathan and I to come celebrate with them. I forgot all of their names except Isadora. Talking with them was my favorite part of Brazil. They took us to a local jazz restaurant and we talked and drank beer with them for hours. Nathan and I shared a crepe and cheese balls which later gave me food poisening..
The Ship.
Days go really fast on the ship. I wake up at 9 in order to be at global studies at 9:20. I always miss breakfast because it closes at 8:30. I wish it would stay open till 9 because then I could wake up a little earlier to eat. Global studies is a class that everyone on the ship has to go to. Its usually extremely boring, we learn irrelevant information about our next port, and we watch them on tv screens which are sometimes hard to hear- or see the power point presentations…. But I hear they are working on making class better/ more relevant. I don’t know who chose the sexually frustrated science teacher to be in charge of this class- it might not have been the best choice.
My other classes-
Multimedia story telling-
THIS CLASS IS A JOKE. I will learn nothing in that class except patience. The teacher is usually rude (Unless she is having a nice mood swing which is rare) and she is stupid. I guess she is in some kind of graduate program- but for the moment she only has an undergraduate degree and it was definitely too long ago to have any relevance at all to our class. Basically the class is a photography class - and the teacher told us that SLR meant Single Camera Lens… I guess she could have mixed it up but she told us that twice. She bought an slr for the purpose of this trip- but has never used it. We have watched the Nikon promotional video twice.
Fiction Writing-
My teacher is awesome. She reminds me of Mrs. Frizzle from the Magic School Bus. I talk to her a lot after class- her son might be the most talented guitarist ever.
World Music-
We spent the first few classes learning about Ayawaska which is a drug used in the Amazon by Indian tribal healers. I think my teacher does a lot of drugs.. but hes cool cause we learn about music from groups of people I have never heard about. He cant work a tape recorder… its funny to watch.
I wrote a paragraph on my friends but did not include it in this version of the letter.
In conclusion, I am having an incredible time. I often think of all of you and wish you could be here with me. I have dinner in less than half an hour with my family which is always fun. If you want to get in touch with me- use email not facebook. Jjiggs@aol.com.
Love and miss you all, except for maybe you.
Jillian May
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Itinerary
January 23rd, 2008 - May 9th, 2008
Feel free to follow me on my journey around the WORLD.
Nassau, Bahamas
Arrive: Jan. 22 - Depart: Jan. 23
San Juan, Puerto Rico
Arrive: Jan. 26 - Depart: Jan. 28
Salvador, Brazil
Arrive: Feb. 5 - Depart: Feb. 9
Cape Town, South Africa
Arrive: Feb. 19 - Depart: Feb. 24
Port Louis, Mauritius
Arrive: March 1 - Depart: March 4
Chennai, India
Arrive: March 11 - Depart: March 15
Penang, Malaysia
Arrive: March 19 - Depart: March 23
(Stop in Singapore for bunker)
Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam (PARENTS WEEKEND!)
Arrive: March 27 - Depart: April 1
(On-Ship Time is Monday, March 31)
Hong Kong
Arrive: April 3 - Depart: April 4
Shanghai, China
Arrive: April 7 - Depart: April 8
Kobe, Japan
Arrive: April 11 - Depart: April 14
(Cross international datelines, add one day)
Honolulu, Hawaii
Arrive: April 22 - Depart: April 22
Puntarenas, Costa Rica
Arrive: May 3 - Depart: May 4
Transit Panama Canal
May 6
Miami, Florida
Arrive: May 9
This is very basic - stay tuned for more updates.
The Bahamas
I leave for the Bahamas on January 19th. Atlantis better have at least one starbucks because Great Aunt Marian is coming!!! My wonderful Mother, Father, Kaley (Sister), and my favorite Grandmother Mildred are also coming. Aunt Marian is HILARIOUS, If I could I would make a reality show about her. You need to meet her- she is a winner, and so is grandma.
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