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I have fantasized about my dream vacation more than once. I will share it with you, but you can’t come with me, got it?

A friend, limo driver, someone, drops me off at San Francisco International Airport. I fly first class to Miami, where I board a cruise ship headed for the South Caribbean. Why fly when you can be entertained, pampered and generally spoiled on the way?  Continue reading “My Dream Vacation” →