We Take Ourselves With Us

Our first full day on the Sun began early for me.   I woke up at 4:45am to catch the sunrise—me and about 6 other people without balconies.   All of us discovered pretty quickly that a dense fog had rolled in overnight.   This made for some beautiful, moody photos (reminded me of the cloud-streaked landscape of Milford Sound), but none filled with the warm rose gold dawn I expected.   So, after snapping a few pictures, I walked the spookily empty hallways back to my room and went right back to sleep. My second wake-up time was still pretty early for the rest of the snug and sleepy Kress-Davis family, so I left notes, grabbed my laptop, scored a cup of coffee, and settled into a comfy seat in the empty sports bar to blog-up day one while watching the ocean go by.   An hour or so later when my hunger overcame my sense of family togetherness in all things, lo and behold, I found the rest of the fam at the buffet.   This was a day at sea, and ...

After rocking out Friday night, our little rebels slept in on July 4th.   We wandered around the hotel for a bit, taking in the old world glamour.  Seriously, we loved the Pfister.  It reminded us of the Driskill in Austin or our frequent haunt in Toronto, the Royal York.  Great public spaces in which chandeliers are sprinkled like fairy dust, and everything glows golden. This is the way the Pfister celebrates July 4th: red, white, and blue flowers.  For all this glamour (with a u), it was actually one of our lower cost options in the heart of Milwaukee on the holiday/Summerfest double slam weekend.  Lots of the folks in the hotel seemed to have stayed there so they could watch the fireworks from the top floor. Making plans for May 1, 2093! What is art? Keys through the years: Harper has spied an old phone.  "How does one text on that thing?" she wonders. Summer rates at the Pfister have gone ...