A six masted, 140 person, luxury sailing yacht.  Our home for 7 nights and 8 days was glorious for so many.  reasons.   We could unpack, relax, settle in.  The moment that was completed we could explore, visit far flung national parks, go to the beach with toys (Carl went water skiing, Julie went paddle boarding, Karen & Dave went kayaking), we snorkel in reefs teeming with colorful fish.  Karen could wrap the cast in a Dillards plastic bag, and crutch from the ship (wet landings meant jumping into the surf) to the beach chairs; remove the cast and crutch myself to the water; finally fling those crutches onto the sand so they would not be taken away in the tides.

The buoyancy of the salt water let me float or stand around and visit, ah so normal.  Back on board we could eat, again and again, meet fascinating people, some who are doing exactly what David and I were, RV and international travel.  We already plan to meet these folks again.  It was a wonderful week, we watch the world go by, have long visits with our friends Carl and Julie.  We did not take many pictures this week, the cast kept me from hiking and much foot exploration and David stayed home with me, but what a great way to heal — your foot up and endless waiters going by.   The apex of the week, however, was transiting the Panama Canal.