Danube River Cruise

This was our trustworthy river cruise ship that took us south and east from Germany through Austria and into Hungary. The cabins were rather small, but the windows were large (not that we spent any time in the room). The chef was truly amazing and we enjoyed getting to know many of the other guests (most of them anyway). Richard didn't care for the 'Larry King' look-a-like, though I enjoyed listening to his stories from 30 years in the newspaper business. Richard also didn't care for the lady we nicknamed the 'Southern Belle' a tall willowy blond from New Orleans that must have been trained in the art of conversation from an early age then perfected it for the next 50 years. Imagine her leaning into the table, her face full of earnest curiosity and exclaiming with her southern drawl, "Oh, really? And then what happened?" Richard said he was in the seventh level of hell at that evening's dinner. Which ironically was our most favorite dish out of the many favorite dishes served. I loved the fillet of sole in a sinfully buttery cream sauce. And Richard had a vegetable omlette - yes, you read correctly - a vegetable omlet which he said was amazing. Too bad it couldn't lift him up a level or two. The cream soups on that ship are something I still dream about.