Emily Ellet

Suffice it to say that ship life has been completely different for the past month and a half.  Hence why I haven’t written anything in that time – amongst my work schedule, my resultant cravings for social interaction (oddly enough), and my sheer physical exhaustion most of the time, it was hard to find the time and, more honestly, the effort to blog. But oh, how much has happened. As I mentioned a few times over the past few months, we are one of the premiere casts of the ne

After two rather rainy days at sea, I was delighted to get off the ship yesterday and to be greeted by this: We had a fantastic driver/tour guide named Carl, who had a wry sense of humor and an astonishing knowledge of Victoria’s history, politics, and real estate prices (the latter being particularly interesting to me).  We saw ritzy Oak Bay, the super fancy Uplands estates, the hotel and promenade that Rudyard Kipling frequented, and the University of Victoria, to name a fe

Life on the cruise ship has become routine.  Not boring, mind you – but normal, standard, “the usual.”  Just as I’ve found my pre-show ritual or two, my days have found their own rhythm, whether it’s going to Dancercise in the mornings, hiking in Ketchikan, or shopping after church on Sundays. As a result, I’ve noticed, I’m blogging less.  Not because I’m not happy (au contraire!) but simply because there’s not as much new and fresh to share.  I’m sure everything will change

Well, hello again!  I hope you’ll forgive my absence this week.  As I mentioned, I had friends come cruising with me (they were official passengers and everything!), and so the time I usually spend blogging was spent talking with my husband – because the time usually spent talking with him was spent hanging out with them!  Not that I minded too much – it was wonderful to see friends and to share Alaska with them. So, in lieu of the couple of posts I would have written this we

the dark, navy Hudson sparkles beneath a gold and rosy skyline, the orange sun bouncing off, a swathe of trees, deep green, separating the two, and the cloudless sky is so clear, the world is high-definition. all the haze of summer has been swept away by this crisp fall breeze fluttering down the train tracks, from the Verrazano Bridge standing nobly at the mouth of the bay. you can taste autumn and it is cool and clear like a mountain stream. the city of skyscrapers is scrub