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As many of you know, I was scheduled to go on fabuloso cruise with my equally fabuloso mother-in-law and aunt-in-law. For 15 months, there was much dreaming and planning and saving for our week in the Carribean. We had rooms with balconies; we had sundresses and sunhats; we had diets to make room for all the future ice cream; we had new knitting patterns with a nautical theme. And we were scheduled to leave on Sunday last, from Galveston, Texas.
Ha. Hurricane Ike had different plans.
So down to Texas I flew with my bag packed for Jamaica and no idea where we would end up. If the cruise left a day or two late, we were gonna brave the roads down there. If the cruise left from a different port, we were gonna cash in those frequent flyer miles for a new airport. If the cruise was cancelled, we were gonna make the best of it.
And so we did. On Monday, with the cruiseline finally seeing reason and throwing in the sombrero, Sue and I drove ourselves around the Hill Country, making our way to Fredericksburg, Texas. We stopped for cowgirl boot shopping and lunch in Wimberly, Texas. We found a restaurant next to the creek . . . so it's almost like we're on a cruise . . .
Okay. But we are at least as relaxed as we would have been on a cruise. And, after all, that was mostly the point. Many times we counted ourselves very very lucky to not have been on the boat when Ike hit (with our cars left on the island and our non-refundable plane tickets expiring with no hope of getting a hotel room, not to mention provisions and necessaries). And since we all have family and friends in affected areas, we were also grateful that all those folks made it through the ordeal unscathed.
Stay tuned to see exactly where we ended up and hear about our taxing vacation life-style.
