There was a reason I waited until a week before the cruise to tell my husband I was going to Alaska with someone I barely knew.
My daughter and friends had already hinted that I was too trusting to even consider doing such a thing, but they know I’m a little crazy. My husband, Dickie, would be blunter.
When I finally told him about my plans to go to Vancouver to board Coral Princess with Nancy, a woman I had only spent a few hours with, in total, on a cruise the year before, he immediately questioned my judgment.
“You can’t do that. You don’t know her!” he said.
“And she doesn’t know me,” I replied.
Both Nancy and I were taking a leap of faith, not a lapse of judgment, that two near strangers would enjoy traveling together on a cruise. Read More