Perching in Grand Style


I have always described myself as a percher. I am happy alighting on a branch and enjoying it for a while, then moving on. I remember as a child how these lines from Victor Hugo lodged in my soul:

Be like a bird, who, halting in its flight,

On limb so slight,

Feels it give way beneath him,

Yet sings,

Knowing he hath wings.

Sometimes my perch is not anything external, but a peace I have had to struggle mightily to find deep inside , and sometimes life  provides a landing pad  with runway lights and a restaurant that’s  open.

This ability to be okay anywhere has led me to take some big leaps in my life and I have come to another. In 2017, I was away cruising so often that I found myself feeling that, much as I love the little nest I have made in San Diego, it was empty a crazy amount  of the time.

I figured I could do one of two things. I could cruise less, or I could cruise enough more that I wouldn’t need more than temporary places to perch between stays onboard.

Guess what I chose?

Now that a sufficient number of my Silversea and Seabourn cruise assignments have been secured, I can announce that as of the middle of March 2018, I am renting out my condo for a year ( panoramic view of San Diego, one block from Balboa Park—interested?) and hopping from ship to ship with a little bit of time here and there in between to explore beyond port destinations.  These gigs through 2018 are on the calendar here, and the 2019 ones will be up shortly.

So now, I move to the edge of the branch, look around, and prepare to jump  I hope you’ll follow my posts on this big adventure