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year with the same ports of call, Belize, Cozumel, and Panama. It was one of our favorite cruises we ever took. The excursions were my favorite thing to do. Last time we went tubing through the caves of Belize, it was an incredible experience. The slow moving river pushed you through the dark caves, the stalactites hanging over you as you romantically drift through the caves hand and hand with your partner. A rain forest full of vibrant green shrubbery surrounded the river, the sounds of frogs croaking, birds chirping, and the water splashing filled the otherwise quiet air.
    The only thing Kevin ever wanted to do down in Panama was to go see the Panama Canal. While it was impressive and all it was really one of those things that once you see it one time, you didn’t need to see it again. He was always fascinated about how things worked, how they were built. A tall steep staircase lead up to the observation area of the canal. Massive cargo ships lined up the river waiting for their turn in the lock system. The ships were pulled through by a much smaller set of boats that slowly pulled them into position. Water than rushed into the chamber to match the water level of the next section, a series of three locks made the journey possible for each ship in six long steps. Last time we were there for over an hour watching this ship go through the canal, amazing and all but once is enough.
    Cozumel was by far my favorite, the turquoise blue ocean, white sandy beaches underneath your feet. The radiant sun reflecting everywhere as a tropical breeze brushed across your body. The last time we took a sunset horseback ride as our excursion. Caramel colored horses trotting along the beach, the sky turned different shades of pink and red as the sun went lower and lower. The waves gently cracking against the sand, washing away our trail of hoof prints.
    “You guys excited about the cruise?” I asked the children.
    Their attention shifting from their phones as they look at me, “Yeah!”
    “What are you guys going to do?”
    Amber jumped out of her seat and ran towards the front of the limo at me.
    “I’m going to go in the room with all the toys and bounce house. The, the, the lady is going to take us around the boat and show us all the lights and games. Going to paint and umm, umm, color and play with all those little girls,” her eyes were lit with excitement, her hands flying around as she described what she wanted to do. “And the blue juice with ice in it. I love that juice.”
    I smiled at her, staring at her as she excitedly went on and on about her expected adventures. “That sounds like a lot of fun.”
    “Pappy can take me in the pool and play monster with me and the other little girls.”
    Crossing over the bridge to the port, a fleet of cruise ships filled the water. The smokestacks emitting a thick cloud of smoke as they ideally awaited passengers. The massive ships resembled small floating cities being able to house thousands of people. As we drove closer the ships got bigger and bigger, having to look straight up to see the top of it.
    "Finally!" I announced as the kids and I rolled out of the limo. I turned towards the kids "Has anyone heard from your father?" They just shook their heads in disappointment. 
    "Where would you like your bags Ma'am?" the driver asks. 
    "Let me see..." looking down at my tickets. "2C, they need to go into section 2C." The driver proceeded to put the bags into their designated spot. 
    "Have a good trip, I will see you afterwards." he wished and left the loading zone. 
    "Can someone call your father to see where he is?" I said in a demanding tone.
    Benjamin one of my sons picked up his phone "Just a busy signal Mom."
    I let out an angry sigh. "Okay, maybe he is on the ship already. Let's go board."
    We were waiting in the boarding area to get checked in, and go through the security screening. It was your typical port boarding zone, cramped seats, people scattered everywhere, musty