What I Did On My Summer Vacation: Bermuda

I took a ride on this thing I’m not supposed to refer to as “a boat”.

And, on board, I listened to this. And saw dancers and singers and marzipan, oh my!

We came to a shore farther east than I’ve ever been (unless you count my birth country, which is often labeled as a part of the Far East, but I prefer to think it of as far west). Anyway . . .

People of Bermuda, you’re awesome.

Many blues of Bermuda, you’re awesome, too.

I drank a pint with my favorite living fellows under the age of 70 whilst listening to Poor Man’s Eric Clapton do a pleasant Paul McCartney, for the tourists, you know.

And I was happy.

Thanks, Mom & Dad.



2 thoughts on “What I Did On My Summer Vacation: Bermuda

  1. Thank for sharing your cruise, Beautiful photos. . . Now, the prompt is: Take one moment (it might be the color of the sea) and what grows out of that moment. . . let it evolve on the page. Who knows what will arise from your pen — a memory, a yearning, a revelation that you did not of — til you sat down to write. Writing as an act of discovery.

    “How do I know what I think until I see what I have to say.”
    E.M. Forestor

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