In general, however, this was a lovely time. Here we are getting underway from Miami:
Jack on a pristine white-sand beach, the water impossibly blue:
Jack again, at a Nassau cafe from which we watched the funeral procession of the first Bahamian runner to win Olympic gold. There were two bands, several dozen soldiers as an honor guard, and the prime minister walking behind the coffin.
Sailing along the shoreline of expensive homes in Freeport:
This odd-looking creation, made of towels, is one of many that turned up in our cabin every time the maids made up the bed:
Oh, and yes--we taught. The students were interesting people, and some of the best times were just talking to them over the ship's large and frequent meals. Now--until next year, when the entire teaching cruise happens again!