Monday morning brought the reality of my need for an attitude adjustment as I confronted my usual first day of tummy melancholy and discomfort on the high seas. Sometimes known as sea sickness. By evening I had recovered sufficiently to rejoin the human race. It is good that I have a short memory span and tend to forget the minor inconveniences of sea sickness.
Tuesday was another day of high sea follies capped by our first formal evening and welcome aboard toast by the captain. Air refreshingly cool with longer sleeves not signature over dressed.
Wednesday morning brought a hint of warmer climes amid some warnings of possible bad weather as we approach our first stop on the big island. As the day progressed the weather appeared to be clearing, giving hope that landfall could be pleasant.
Thursday dawned in a mixture of blue skies, thunderheads and temperatures ascending. After four days at sea the anticipation of landfall incites enthusiasm as we near Hilo.
The four of us are doing well, enjoying the food aboard and basking in the comfort of attention and comfort.
