Confession, this is where my travel journal ended. For some reason I happily journaled all through the trip and just quit after our day on the French Rivera. Another confession, while I blogged about most of this trip in the weeks right after the cruise, life got busy and I took a break that lasted longer than I anticipated. So eleven months after the cruise, here I am finishing up the last few posts of this trip.
Glad you are still with me. Everyone needed some personal down time, but it was still a few days away. One of the things that got my visit to Monaco off on the wrong foot was a scheduled meeting with the photographer. However, the photographer was non-negotiable. We just stood her up. I felt bad for the photographer. She was just trying to do her job. Eventually, she got in contact with us and I was able to apologize.
The appointment was reset for this day. If we had gone in Monaco, then we would have gone on our own and quite possibly would have said thanks, but no thanks, except for perhaps a few as gifts to our friends. As it was, we ended up with the whole crew of us in the very small space of the photo office and not everyone was on the same page.
It was also the very last moment. The photos were beautiful. The price was astronomical. Some folks thought that I should have every single one.
Bill was paralyzed with sticker shock. I just wanted it to be over. Everyone went their separate ways after the photo storm. The meeting place instructions changed and even after we started gathering on the pier, there seemed to be some sort of question about where we were supposed to be. I think our crew was almost as ready for us to go home as we were. The good news was our guide was somewhat better on this day. She loaded us on a bus and delivered us to Bellver Castle.
