Voyages start with a tiny first step.With the plague slowly loosening grip, we’re emerging from chrysalis. Like our ursine cousins, we stagger from our dens. Famished for normalcy, we open our eyes in the sun for the first time in months.And so, my dear readers, close the laptop, turn off Netflix, close the refrigerator, stretch, and look forward. Into the light, into the brave new world.Give yourself a big fat, shiny gold star. Book a cruise (for loved ones, too, if you haven’t killed each other) from the Port of Los Angeles. And oh, the places you can go: Puerto Costa Maya, Cozumel, Cancun, the Aleutian, or the Galapagos. Close your eyes. Imagine: fresh ceviche, una cerveza fría in Panama City, passing through the canal. Your options are near limitless, and good lord, you deserve it.Now do it. Book the sucker.
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