Dear Jane, (photo intensive)

I know you couldn't come along on the SeaSocks Cruise, so I decided to suck it up and participate in everything by proxy. So this is what I did on your behalf:

In San Francisco, CA,
I saw this place that claims to have "Freshly Captured Irish Leprechauns"

and I had to stop by this place to see what all the fuss was (not once did I see a "Washcloth Market". Some people have no taste.)

I rode a carousel,

and looked at cable cars,

and even went "reverse bungee jumping"

but I didn't get as high as this guy.



In Victoria, BC,
I saw the Sunken Garden at Butchart Gardens,

walked among the flowers there,

gazed up at the giant totems,

and tried to encourage the roses to bloom early. (they didn't)


Back on the ship,
Amie had to keep a close eye on me to keep me out of trouble.

Instead, an EXTREMELY handsome man with a kiwi-esque accent helped me into the proper harnesses, so I wouldn't get hurt if I fell.

I watched the giant wake,

played a little shuffleboard,

and took a knitting class or two.

While our Stateroom Attendant Arturo made the beds,

a very handsome and charming waiter/sugar-bowl-lid-cymbalist Shon brought us meals and sang to us.

Then, at the end of the day, I got to relax a little in the hot tub.


All in all, it was very hard work filling in for you on the cruise, Jane, but I hope I did you proud. Maybe next time we can take a trip together!

Love,
the washcloth you knit for Amie