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Mediterranean Ocean Cruise

This is Leg #3 of a 4 leg adventure from Nov 6, 2025 to Jan 15, 2026. We are making up for the fact we were rerouted on our World Cruise in 2024 and missed going through the Mediterranean Ocean - Barcelona, Spain to Istanbul, Turkey Read more
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    Day 26 Ancient Ephesus

    Yesterday in Turkey ⋅ ⛅ 46 °F

    Today we took one of Viking’s “included” tours. I use the word included loosely. At most ports, that usually means a panoramic bus ride, a mediocre walking tour, another church, another museum, another “most important” site. Checkbox travel at its finest.

    But today was different.

    This is the level of tour I expect when we’re paying this much to sail with Viking. We didn’t just tour an old city—we felt it. We experienced something that felt like time travel, to a place that existed long before anything resembling modern life.

    The night before, we checked our excursion card and learned we were in Group #1. That meant one thing: early. Really early. The Viking Daily Tour Schedule told us we needed to be on the bus by 7:40 a.m. Two immediate consequences followed—very limited alcohol the night before, and a sincere attempt to get to bed early. I was good. No Baileys for dessert. But somehow we got pulled into watching Baby’s Day Out before setting our 6:00 a.m. wake-up call.

    Moments later—or so it felt—the phone rang - it’s six already?

    We dressed, grabbed a quick breakfast at the World Café, scanned our room key cards, and shuffled toward Bus #1 like the walking dead. It was still dark. Sunrise wasn’t until 8:25 a.m. We claimed our favorite back-row seats, and I curled up like a three-banded armadillo. Wake me when we get there.

    As the sun slowly crested the mountains, we watched the Turkish countryside roll by—rocky, mountainous, peaceful once we cleared the port city of Kuşadası. For a moment, it felt like Interstate 80 in Pennsylvania—one side of the highway closed for construction. But the quality of the walls and roadway was impressive. One benefit of this part of the world: no snow, no salt, no ruined roads.

    I fully regained consciousness as we arrived at the top entrance of Ancient Ephesus.

    Founded by Greek settlers around the 10th century BCE, Ephesus grew into one of the most important cities of the ancient world, reaching its peak under Roman rule between the 1st century BCE and 2nd century CE. At its height, it was home to an estimated 200,000–250,000 people, making it one of the largest cities in the Roman Empire. This was a sophisticated urban center—marble streets, indoor plumbing, public latrines, bathhouses, libraries, marketplaces, and massive theaters. You don’t have to imagine much here; the city reveals itself as you walk.

    Ephesus also holds deep biblical significance. The Apostle Paul lived and preached here for several years around AD 52–55, and his Letter to the Ephesians was written to a Christian community shaped by this very place. Tradition holds that Mary, the mother of Jesus, spent her final years nearby under the care of the Apostle John. Pagan worship, Roman civic life, and early Christianity collided here, shaping Western theology in ways that still echo. What makes Ephesus even more remarkable is its preservation—this is one of the best-preserved archaeological sites in the Mediterranean world. And yet, only about 20% of the city has been excavated, meaning most of Ephesus still lies buried beneath our feet.

    Having read Paul’s prison epistles countless times, I couldn’t help but reflect on my own journey through seminary. The Broadway show In the Room Where It Happened captures it perfectly. This is one of those rooms. One of the places where Christian theology was formed—not in abstraction, but in real streets, real conflict, real lives.

    From those thoughts, I moved deeper into the marble city itself—the stairs, wide avenues, bathhouses, curved arches, and the massive amphitheater. The city goes on and on. You simply cannot experience it in one day. And, of course, the artist and photographer in me couldn’t help but mutter curses—under my breath—at yet another tourist stepping into my shot. This is one of those places you want to live in, returning daily to paint and photograph how light, clouds, shadows, and sky transform the stone. But… no tourists allowed.

    The tour itself was about a 1.8-mile downhill walk, entering at the top and exiting at the bottom while the bus repositioned itself. As we left the gates, we were “greeted” by overly enthusiastic trinket vendors. This is where I lose patience. I hate being attacked. Hands go up. A loud “No!” escapes. They weren’t as aggressive as Morocco or Thailand, but they invaded my space.

    Still, we stopped in a couple of shops. I bought stickers. Donna found a Christmas ornament and a thimble for one of her friends—we’re having fun collecting thimbles for her. Eventually, we made it back to the bus and headed toward the Viking Vesta.

    The day before, the Port Talk warned us we’d be ushered into a rug-making demonstration. Translation: sales pitch. We nearly exited immediately—but curiosity won. As the last person entered the first floor on the store the door slammed shut and like the doors on Get Smart we were trapped in. On the second floor the silk demonstration was actually fascinating: cocoons, silk threads, real craftsmanship. Then we were escorted into another room. No windows. Padded benches. Drinks being prepared. Plenty of space to roll out expensive rugs.

    I grabbed Donna’s hand. We slid down the curved banister to the first floor. The front door still sealed tight we jumped through the picture window making our escape towards the port entrance.

    We flashed our Viking key cards at the port border guard manning the entrance, and escaped—only to discover the port itself was a mouse labyrinth maze experiment test of pop-up shops and last-ditch sales attempts. I converted some euros into Turkish lira for my three-ring binder of world currencies—something Ozzy will inherit someday. Donna bought a beautiful clutch. Verdict? We both failed the test.

    We ran up the gangplank, scanned our key cards—safe at last. And it wasn’t even noon.

    Drop bags. Lunch at the Pool Grill. Ice cream at the World Café. A short nap. Then I made my way to my glass table to write this post as the Vesta slipped away from Ephesus and offered me a lovely sunset.

    A pretty nice day.



    #AncientEphesus #Ephesus #Turkey #Kusadasi #VikingCruise #IncludedTourDoneRight #Archaeology #BiblicalHistory #TravelReflections #TimeTravel #ArtistLife #PhotographersEye #LifeAtSea #FindPenguins #GratefulTraveler #HistoryComesAlive
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  • Day 25 An Online Christmas

    December 25 in Greece ⋅ ⛅ 64 °F

    One of the real disadvantages of traveling like this is being away from family. That part never gets easier. But—thankfully—technology helps close the gap.

    Gotta love FaceTime.

    Just yesterday, we did a quick video chat to wish Keara a happy 34th birthday. And today, we were able to spend some real time—virtually, but meaningfully—with Eli, Keara, Ozzy, and Elvis (the dog), gathered under their Christmas tree. Years ago, this simply wouldn’t have been possible. Remember having to wait until after 7:00 p.m. to make long-distance calls because the rates were cheaper? That feels like another lifetime.

    Even from far away, we still got to share moments as a family. And we know that in March we’ll be back in Indiana to celebrate Ozzy’s 2nd birthday. I think a precedent has officially been set: no matter where our travels take us, we somehow end up in Indiana in March. And honestly, that feels exactly right.

    This post isn’t about an amazing place in the world. It’s about the love we share as a family.

    We miss them. We’re incredibly proud of Eli and Keara and the way they’re raising their family. And I don’t think I need to tell anyone reading this—it’s always family first.

    Merry Christmas to each of you. We hope that no matter where you are today, you’re able to reach out and share a few moments with those you love—even if it’s through a screen, even if it’s just a video chat.

    #MerryChristmas #OnlineChristmas #FamilyFirst #FaceTimeChristmas #LoveAcrossMiles #TravelLife #LongDistanceFamily #GratefulHeart #ModernTravel #ConnectedNotApart #LifeOnTheRoad #FindPenguins #TravelReflections #FamilyMatters
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  • Day 25 Merry Christmas from Aegean Sea

    December 25 in Greece ⋅ ⛅ 64 °F

    Today is a much-needed Sea Day — and notably, the only planned Sea Day on this entire Leg #3 of our Mediterranean cruise.

    To those of you who have been following along, I owe you an apology. I’ve fallen far behind on my FindPenguins posts. The pace of this trip has far exceeded the pace of our World Cruise two years ago. Our days have been filled—almost relentlessly—with excursions, meals, drinks, shows, conversations, and the occasional long nap just to recover enough to do it all again the next day.

    Donna and I have been traveling continuously since November 6th. Today is December 25th. That’s 49 days on the move.

    We are tired.
    Physically tired.
    Emotionally tired.

    And we still have 21 more days to go, ending January 15th. We’ll be home for just one week before hopping on a plane to Hawaii. Somewhere along the way, we learned a very real lesson about jam-packed itineraries—one that only experience can teach.

    As always, I woke up before Donna. We had to set our clocks ahead an hour overnight as we continue moving east—slowly, at about nine knots—through the Aegean Sea. We’re leaving Crete behind and threading our way through the Greek islands, heading toward Ephesus (Kuşadası), Turkey.

    My Christmas present came quietly.

    I sat alone on our veranda, wrapped in warm air, and watched the sun rise over the sea. No schedule. No announcements. Just light, water, and stillness. It was peaceful. It was beautiful. I’m sharing a couple of photos here because words don’t quite do it justice.

    Around 8:30 a.m., I woke Donna so we could get ready for breakfast. Once dressed, we headed to the World Café. But first, I made a strategic stop—dropping my laptop on Deck 8 in the Explorer’s Lounge to stake out a seat for later blogging. Priorities.

    After breakfast, Donna suited up for battle.

    Laundry Day.

    She retrieved our laundry and headed to Deck 6 like a hockey player entering the rink—pads on, elbows out. Hip checks were implied. Gloves were eventually dropped when one woman claimed two dryers, leaving Donna dryer-less. It was a brutal encounter. Donna, ever the sportswoman, yielded to the opposing team.

    It’s now noon. Breakfast ended around 9:30, and lunch is already being served. We are absolutely not hungry. The World Café runs until 2:30, so sometime between 1:00 and 1:30 we’ll casually wander over. There is no rush. Nothing is planned—and that’s exactly the point.

    Other than that, not much is planned today at all.

    With this post, I’m now only 24 days behind.

    I’m trying.

    Merry Christmas from the Aegean Sea.

    #MerryChristmas #ChristmasAtSea #SeaDay #AegeanSea #MediterraneanCruise #VikingCruise #SlowTravel #TravelReflections #CruiseLife #LongTermTravel #TiredButGrateful #SunriseAtSea #LifeOnTheWater #RetiredLife #FindPenguins #TravelBlog #WanderOften #StillTrying
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  • Day 24 Island of Crete, Greece

    December 24 in Greece ⋅ ☀️ 59 °F

    On these cruises, you get questionnaires to death. You’re asked to rate everything—from Below Expectations to Really Exceeded Expectations. Today, in general, was a Met Expectations day. Not bad. Not great. Just… typical.

    Donna didn’t feel well this morning and decided to sit out the excursion. Honestly, I didn’t blame her one bit. I had breakfast, made my way to Bus Group #6, set my QuietVox to Channel 6, and waited for the day to begin. I was solo.

    The more we travel, the more difference collapses into sameness. Another church. Another castle. Another square. Another saint. Another gift shop selling magnets and scarves made somewhere else. Our eyes have done their job too well—they’ve learned the pattern. It starts to feel like a Hallmark Movie template, port after port after port. Just shoot me now.

    What’s happening isn’t that these places lack value. It’s that novelty has been exhausted. When the brain can predict what comes next, wonder shuts down. For a visual thinker, that flattening happens faster and faster. If I’m being honest, a lot of my travel over the years has been about collecting places—check the box. We’re over 40 countries now. A lot of boxes have been checked. Today was another one of those days. And it’s not Crete’s fault.

    Our bus made its way to the Palace of Knossos, a site whose importance is beyond dispute. Often described as the ceremonial and political center of the Minoan civilization, Knossos is layered with history, myth, and interpretation. I’ll admit I was disappointed to learn how much of what we see today is reconstruction—early 20th-century attempts to give form to something time nearly erased. But then I caught myself: what’s the alternative, to leave it as a carefully labeled pile of stones and ask visitors to imagine the rest? This wasn’t just a palace, but a center of knowledge—administration, trade, art, and early engineering converged here. Maybe reconstruction, imperfect as it is, is less about accuracy and more about keeping the idea of what once existed alive enough for us to stand inside it and think.

    From there, the bus climbed into the mountains toward Arolithos, a place that feels like a strange hybrid—part historical site, part tourist stop, part hotel. It doesn’t quite settle into one identity, but the setting helps smooth over the edges. The views across Crete from up here are wonderful. It’s the off-season, so only a couple of buses were there—Viking buses, of course—which gave the place a bit of breathing room. I couldn’t help thinking it would be nice to stay here for a few days and watch how the light and colors shift throughout the day. I think I came away with a couple of images that will eventually turn into watercolors once we’re home.

    We took the “Panoramic Tour”—which is cruise-speak for a bus ride back to the port. Donna was feeling better by then. We met up, grabbed lunch at the Pool Grill, and followed it with a much-needed nap.

    Around 4:30, we FaceTimed the kids back in Indiana to wish Keara a happy birthday. Thirty-four years old. Yikes. It feels like only yesterday we were 34. What happened?

    Dinner was with Pam and Joel, and once again we didn’t seem to run out of things to talk about. By the time the World Café head waiter stopped by to gently remind us they’d be closing the line in 15 minutes, the four of us had gone through a bottle of red Joel brought along and the bottle of Champagne we purchased. We had a full meal, ice cream with Cherry Jubilee for dessert, Champagne in our glasses, and good friends at the table.

    Life doesn’t get any better than this.

    If you ever hear me bitching about my life, you have my permission to slap me—but then please fill my wine glass again.



    #Crete #IslandOfCrete #Knossos #Arolithos #MediterraneanCruise #VikingCruise #TravelReflections #SlowTravel #Overtourism #SeeingTooMuch #StillGrateful #FriendsAndWine #LifeAtSea #FindPenguins #RetiredLife #TravelBlog #Perspective #GoodCompany
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  • Day 22 First Day in Athens, Greece

    December 22 in Greece ⋅ ☁️ 57 °F

    So… I don’t have many photos to show for this day. That one’s on me. I managed to screw up the time/date stamp on my phone when I set the clock ahead an hour—and in the process pushed the day ahead too. I fixed some of it, but honestly, the metadata is just messed up. It happens.

    The first day in Athens turned out to be somewhat predictably disappointing. The included tour was titled “Panoramic Athens & Archaeological Museum”—a four-hour experience. Translation: bring your QuietVox (QV)… or as one guide cleverly renamed it, the “Whisper Box.”

    In general, we are learning to really dislike the included tours. Sometimes dislike drifts into irritation. Occasionally it veers into full-on hate and anger.

    “Panoramic Athens” turned out to mean a slow bus ride through a massive city in Monday morning traffic. We crawled past the Athens Olympic Stadium, unable to stop because traffic—and the ever-present police escort—made sure we kept moving. The guide pointed out hotels we were passing by… whose names were clearly written in large letters on the sides of the buildings. Duh. Then came the parade of various government administrative buildings. Do I really need to know this?

    Eventually, we made our way to the National Archaeological Museum. Tickets were handed out. People immediately scattered to the WC. Everyone else waited. Add to that the recurring frustration of watching people who can manage the bus stairs choose not to take the handful at the front door, slowing everything down just a bit more.

    Inside the museum, our guide slowly led us to the first exhibit… and talked… and talked… and talked. Please shoot me. Then the next exhibit. Same thing. At one point, I looked down and noticed what appeared to be a tour group of snails making their way through the museum at a much faster pace than we were. Donna and I briefly figured out what QuietVox channel they were on and followed them—being careful not to step on anyone. Okay, slight exaggeration. But not by much.

    We quickly broke away and went off on our own. We knew most tour groups were limiting themselves to the first floor, so we headed straight to the second. A small handful of experienced travelers clearly had the same idea.

    Other than a few small (and not-so-quiet) school groups on field trips, the second floor was the place to be. When Donna and I do museums, we have a rhythm: split up, regroup, split again. If one of us finds something interesting, we signal the other. Donna reads far more signage than I do—though I’m getting better. Traveler’s tip: if something catches your eye, take a photo of the object and the description. Otherwise, you’ll forget what it was, who made it, or—if you’re in a zoo—what animal you were looking at.

    By the time we finished upstairs, the first floor had mostly cleared out. We hit the WC, wandered through the gift shop, and made it back to the bus a few minutes before the scheduled time. A small win.

    Overall, the museum itself is remarkable. An amazing collection of antiquities. I’ll be honest—I’m not naturally drawn to clay pots, arrowheads, and necklaces. But some pieces demand appreciation whether you’re inclined or not. There were tiny animal figures that looked like they could’ve been made by grade-school kids… except they were created 4,000 years ago. What really stops you is the realization that people were living full, complete lives thousands of years before Christ—and what we see today is only a tiny fraction of what once existed.

    I do hope that future generations inherit not only our dual-density, dual-sided 5¼-inch floppy disks—but also the technology to read them. And please, don’t throw out all the VHS players. How else will future historians learn about the wildly popular ThighMaster?

    We made it back to the ship around 1:00 p.m. for lunch, followed by a nap, and then dinner with Pam and Joel.

    Spoiler alert: tomorrow is AMAZING.



    #Athens #FirstDayInAthens #NationalArchaeologicalMuseum #MediterraneanCruise #VikingCruise #TravelReflections #IncludedTours #MuseumLife #SeeingTooMuch #ExperiencedTravelers #QuietVox #WhisperBox #HistoryPerspective #Antiquities #StillGrateful #FindPenguins #TravelBlog #LifeAtSea
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    Trip start
    December 1, 2025