Aside from the fact that it's the fastest, exciting and learned way of experiencing or seeing other cultures, people, historical sites & beautiful places in 28 countries, cruising for us is synonymous to honeymooning with just the two of us and rekindling the sparks of our long-lasting union (maybe because we didn't go on a honeymoon after we got married twice-- neither after our civil court nor Catholic Church weddings, because we didn't have money for a honeymoon.)
Money, of course, can't buy everything, because now that we're waiting for our next honeymoon cruise in October, I can sense that there is something missing. No matter how I try to fill our days with personal & church activities, and resorts & casino shows or entertainment (except gambling coz it's not our cup of tea) which keep us busy, I can't put my finger on what's lacking by the end of the day. I know what I want (and I don't mean another spouse, friend or lover in polygamous or adulterous relationships; or a mission, group or raison d'etre other than the Charismatic Renewal Community; and any other way of focusing like a hobby, vice & obsession, such as smoking cannabis that's been legalized in Las Vegas.)
One day, while brainstorming with Gie (not exactly, because it's too early in the morning around 6 am, and we were just awakened by a call of nature, sitting up in bed, just talking about our retired but busy lives & what lies ahead, and couldn't decide whether to go back to bed, or get up and start the day even if it's not 8 yet,) I thought about my healing.
Why, Lord?