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I am so glad I decided to cruise to Australia instead of flying.  This has been quite an experience.  Hawaii was not much of culture shock since it is USA and I had been there before.  American  Samoa may sound American but it sure doesn't look American.  Every port since Samoa has it's own language, it's own currency, and it's own history. I reminds me how large the world really is.

But yesterday I got on a tender (that is the small boat they ferry us on when the ship cannot dock in port) and took an empty seat next to an older man. He immediately asked my nationality since he thinks I am as dark skinned as the islanders. Then we talked about Indianapolis.  I asked about him and he is from Toledo. After a few back and forth questions we determined that his middle son and I went to Sylvania High School at the same time. I did not recognize the name but we talked about teachers and places that I do recall. I was reminded that it really is a small world.

There is something exciting and exhilarating about going to new places and meeting new people, and learning new cultures. There is something comforting or safe about old connections, old places, and shared experiences.

Trivia question of the day...in the tv sitcom, McHales navy, where did they go when they needed supplies?  I am there today. I spent much of the day kayaking and made it without injury or accident.  The only injury so far is bruised hand. An 87 year old lady was going up the steps from the tender to the ship and she fell backwards, right on me.  She is fine and so am I.  Small world or big world but always an interesting world.

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