My first big trip had been so magical.  I did things I never thought I would do — from zip lines to mushing sled dogs to taking a helicopter and riding in a giant Tomcat SUV up a glacier.  As for our last non stop day at sea … it was rough.  Visions of the Titanic flitted through my head as it got very choppy on board and for the first time the ship really lurched.  I remember watching the curtains sway violently while, like our time in the helicopter, I battled a secret fear of imminent death.  Poor Burk literally turned so green with sea sickness he had to see the ship’s doctor.  Then it finally felt like the “Love Boat”!  Outside the skies were grey and the water was grey.  Inside the formal dining room the chandeliers gleamed a warm, inviting light which danced off the silver and crystal.  We had gotten to know our servers and the staff and it was like saying good-bye to family.  After dinner I enjoyed my last cigar and soaked for the final time in that beautiful marble tub filled with bubbles as crisp air and the sounds of ocean swells blew through the sheer curtains from my open balcony.  One tradition Burk and I started on this trip is what we call “schlock shopping”.  I love little souvenirs — especially stuffed toy animals and magnets.  And, as a wolf lover, I had hit the jackpot!  At every port Burk would help me scout for wolf things to add to my collection.  I still have them all and I cherish each one.  They bring back a little part of our trip every time I see them.  I am so fortunate that Burk spent his own money so I could go along on this magnificent journey.  It will always hold a special place in my heart; just as he does.  The novelist and poet Cesare Pavese is credited with saying we do not remember days, we remember moments.  I think if you’re really lucky, in the special times, you remember both.