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Friday October 30^th Mexico Cruise

 

We’re off again… yes, another vacation, another trip. This time we’re heading back to the future on a short cruise to Cozumel, Roatán, and Costa Maya, Mexico. Sure, we’ve been there, done that — but have we really?

 

After visiting 130 countries, we love to brag that we’ve “seen it all,” but the truth is… not quite. The more we travel, the more we realize it’s never just about the destination. It’s about the “going”. It’s breaking out of routine. It’s good for us and there is always something new to see, even if you have been there before. Whether it’s just having a simple cup of coffee or a glass of wine in a different place, it somehow feels a little more exciting, a little more enticing, different from your comfortable everyday surroundings at home.

 

We picked this trip for one very honest reason: we had a $1,200 Norwegian Cruise Line credit burning a hole in our pocket. It was one of those “use it or lose it” situations, so of course we used it. The credit came from an earlier sailing where fares suddenly dropped because a handful of cabins didn’t sell — mostly thanks to a streak of dramatic cruise headlines that made nervous travelers skittish. You know the type: rare events turned into viral panic posts.

• Overboard stories — heavily shared, scary-sounding, statistically uncommon.
• Whale strike — tragic for the whale, yes, but the ship didn’t sink.
• Hurricane reroutes — cancellations, detours, and cranky Facebook groups.
• Red Sea piracy detours — no pirates, just precautions and dramatic commentary.
• GI outbreaks and the new, very rare hantavirus cluster — serious but extremely contained, despite headlines making it sound like a movie plot about rodent‑borne doom.

All of it is tailor‑made for sensational coverage. None of it made cruising dangerous — it just made cruising sound dangerous, maybe to some people. But for us? Well, our philosophy most of the time is you can stay home and maybe get sick or die, or you can venture out and maybe get sick or die. At least on a cruise, you get a balcony and a buffet.

 

We’re off again — flying from Reno to Houston and then making our way down to Galveston, Texas. “Galveston, Oh Galveston, I still hear your sea winds blowing” …” it’s our big chance find out why Glen Campbell was singing about. At least we’re in first class, which makes the whole thing feel slightly less like a punishment. Bigger seats, a little more legroom, and maybe even a chance at some shuteye. Plus, a flight attendant who actually has time to check on us instead of sprinting past like they’re in a marathon.

 

Jay will be sitting close enough to the cockpit to pretend he’s “on standby,” just in case the pilots suddenly need help. Back in the 1970s, when he applied to be a Western Airlines pilot, he actually got real 737 training — learning the controls, practicing takeoffs and landings, the whole behind‑the‑scenes pilot routine. Of course, today’s planes are basically spaceships compared to what he trained on… but don’t worry. Jay is fully prepared to save the day with his vintage skills.

 

So, I’ll end this story not by telling you what we did today or what we ate, but how we’re feeling — in a nutshell, it’s nice to go, because we know when we get home it’ll be nice to return. That’s the rhythm of travel: a little chaos, a little comfort, and the reminder that both leaving and coming back have their own kind of magic.