I have never been so happy to see rain.
In all honesty, I have been waiting for Alaska since we arrived on the ship. Sure, the Bahamas was nice (well, eventually), Mexico has a lot of charm…and there are amazing historical sites in South America if you can get out with a group to see them…
But Alaska…my dear, beautiful majestic Alaska.
There is something about Alaska, the very air of the place, that tugs at my heart. It makes me feel better.
Walking down the rain-slicked street of Ketchikan I could actually feel my shoulders start to relax. As much as I am starting to love Florida, and as much as the child in me will always love California – if for some reason I had to move to the states there is no real question that it would be here.
I think it’s that Alaska gives me some kind of hope for the rest of the world. The air is still clean here ,the trees are still green, there are still animals that know enough to fear humans but also know that we are in their home not the other way around.
And on a purely superficial note, the crab soup at Dwyer’s is still to die for….
Nope, there is not one single piece of me that misses Mexico…goodbye heat, see you next season
1. I was actually listening to Singin’ in the Rain when I got the email of your blog and for a few seconds I was confused as to why YouTube was emailing me.
2. I read “Alaska” in the title of this blog, closed my eyes, and felt myself take a deep breath; that was before I started reading your blog. I’m glad you got to return there.