Roberta Gets Around

Tomorrow we disembark, a graceless word for a sad process that Holland America will have organized to a faretheewell. They have to. They nee...

"Remember to send me a grocery list," my daughter Lizz texts me. Grocery list? Oh, right, I will need to feed myself, starting Sun...

As I hefted my big green suitcase onto the bed to pack it, the plug-in charger for my camera batteries fell out. To appreciate the irony of...

I dream of lush tropical landscapes. We are in the middle of the Sargasso sea, the only sea with no coasts. Only the 1000-mile map on Channe...

Right now I am not attending a cocktail party with the Captain, Jonathan Mercer. I mean absolutely no disrespect to Captain Mercer, who, in ...

Before Madeira, we stopped at Cadiz. A friend gave me her ticket for a tour of Sevilla, a couple hours inland from there. It took until now ...

Turns out the hotel associated with that glorious restaurant in Madeira was not the Ritz after all, it was Reid's. I am publishing this ...