When there's a grand staircase hanging around one must, well, hang around it and snap a photo. Cooler than that is when someone takes a photo of you taking a photo. So, you have exactly such a scenario aboard the Queen Victoria. Yes, I will be blathering on about our shenanigans aboard this vessel for DAYS to come. You will hear more about the Captain, the Chef, the Professor and Marianne. Also, going to throw in a few others we pestered, just for good measure...Brian Wilson (you heard me), Mo Boys, Lucia, Alfonso and Chief Ronnie!
While we donned formal garb-yes, we DO own some-and lingered like vagrants in various nooks and crannies, our Cavi-Girl was being pampered back in Miami and West Palm by Brandon and Brittany.
She probably missed us, but not that much when she got to grab some grub, a nap and then do more begging for treats. Brandon spoils her and we knew she was in excellent hands while we dined, danced and generally tried to act civilized.
Stay with me, kids, you gotta meet some of the lads and lassies we encountered on our voyage to Panama.
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