This is one of the pictures I took on the cruise I was on last week. The other pictures include a picture of the water behind the ship and the sun setting gracefully on the horizon, a picture of my boyfriend lying on our luggage mat (because his name is Matt, and that is humor and I was giddy and healthy when I took it), and a picture of the dessert I picked at on my birthday. I have no other pictures of the trip. When you are confined to your room because you are so sick that the medical team on board is worried you will infect other passengers, all you have are towel animals to keep you company. Well, towel animals and your boyfriend who dutifully carries plastic cups of hot water to your room for your Theraflu so you can consume the vile liquid and break your fever. Then you sweat everywhere. Literally, everywhere! Halfiax has been decimated by my sweat. I’m sorry, Halfiax. I’m on antibiotics now, more or less healthy. If anybody wants to give me another vacation to make up for it, I’m listening. No towel sting rays necessary.