Bring them home..

Where we going? Barcelona! Oh..flight 18! It's a little too early to write the last chapter of this blog that's become a book, so I'll assume it's the penultimate chapter, because you know we're magnets for wackos and we'll probably meet a lot of them on this last day at sea.  And I guarantee someone on board is blogging this exact sentiment with US in mind. I worry so much about getting home because of all that DAMN STUFF I RECORDED AND WILL NEVER GET TO WATCH!! Wow, thanks to my wonderful cousin Nancy Gorewitz Cohn, who encouraged me to journal in the first place, who took a similar trip to this one last year, and most of all, told me that even when I'm angry I'm entertaining.  (Is that true, Nancy?  I can never tell)  So if you've liked my blog, thank Nancy and if you didn't, she lives in Florida so go find her and tell her off. My back spasms have stopped!! My vertigo is under control! My intestinal disorder is TMI! My rash is..well..scary as a Trump presidency but it doesn't really itch anymore. So my luck on the last day, I get an 'elfin' head  cold!! Congestion and coughing and why am I bothering??  Does anyone care about my physical health?  Mental yes, because that can affect blog commentary..I am fine.  Let's move on.  The show was spectacular last night and since this blog is turning into somewhat of a confessional, I cried a little..I missed my Mom so much  because she would have LOVED this one.  It was another salute to Broadway but this time it was all shows we've seen and loved, like "Chorus Line" and "Phantom." And anytime a gifted tenor does "Les Miz" I am weak at the knees. Especially "Bring Him Home." After dinner, we hooked up with Gloria again. (She is stunning! I didn't notice it at first in the hot tub with the Aussie kids.  I only notice rashes in hot tubs, ala Parkway's)  But she is..so Michelle Obama!! And thanks to her, we won something very useful in the Michael  Jackson Name That Tune Game--Royal Caribbean tote bags.  It'll be very useful since our luggage has to go in the hall tonight, tagged and ready(and yes, only someone like me will worry that a 90 pound suitcase will be stolen!!) but the tote bag will be great for the dirty stuff we'll do tonight.  OMG..I'm not even going to attempt to reword that! (I meant, of course, it'll hold the clothes I'll wear after luggage  pick up and the nightgown I'll sleep in tonight) Gloria actually won it for our team because there was a tie, and the winner was determined by a dance off.  She's not only beautiful but that girl can move! I will miss Dr. Kevin and Melinda..he is a walking CNN recap..I get all my news from him.  I'll even miss Duncan and Hines, but I see them so rarely that I forget what they look like.  We may see a movie just to say that we did.  "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" is playing at 4:00--it's supposedly a mediocre sequel to  the blockbuster but now that I've been to Greece I want to see it.  (Not that I'd recognize any scenery--I don't think it takes place in Greece-- but I haven't seen it yet so no spoilers) It's going to be hard to get back to reality.  I wonder if Jim can master the art of making animals out of towels once we're back in NJ?